Another Pot Slaughtered in the Name of ADHD


I may need to change my name toDouglas Cootey, Pot Assasin. I ’m not sure who drew first blood years ago, or why we battle in the kitchens of my life, but for decades we have vied for dominance. I must admit it is not usually the fairest of fights. The pot is striving to fulfill its destiny, sitting on a burner, heating the contents inside. Then I come along and slay it.The worst incidents usually involved ramen or eggs with smoke detectors going off, but the absolute worst was the time when I set water to boil, became distracted in my studio, and came out of my reverie when strange pinging sounds began to irritate me. The water had long boiled away and nothing was left but for the pan ’s bottom to return to its molten state on my burner. In every case,Adult ADHD was totally at fault, I promise. I set out to cook, then became woefully distracted.This stuff was ancient history, though —far back in the 90s. I’m not a clueless tweenager anymore. I am conscientious and careful when cooking. I cook and bake everyday with no disastrous incidents. Well, except that one time soon after the divorce where I boiled eggs so long the water evaporated and the shells popped off the toasted eggs, but that was six years ago. And who doesn’t overbook eggs after a divorce‽ If failure is the furnace in which we are made, then I am the world’s greatest chef!ThenADHD struck again. I was making pudding for the next day.(See? I ’msuper organized!) The ingredients were lined in a c...

Source: The Splintered Mind by Douglas Cootey - January 17, 2018 Category: Psychiatry Tags: ADHD Goodreads Source Type: blogs