In people with this subtype of ADD the distractibility that is part of the syndrome interferes with the process of apprehending pleasure, of perceiving order, and of sensing that life can be all right.

The hidden anxiety is hard to believe, but we see it frequently in clinical practice. This is the anxiety or worry that the individual actively seeks out. The person with “anxious ADD” often starts the day, or any moment of repose, by rapidly scanning his or her mental horizon in search of something to worry about. Once a subject of worry has been

Nowhere is where many ADD people live all the time. Neither here nor there nor anywhere in particular, but rather here and there, not in any one place, but all over the place, nowhere precisely. And it is out of nowhere, on the wings of impulse, that creativity flies in.

I don’t think I’ve ever really been happy. For as long as I can remember, there’s always been a sadness tugging at me. Sometimes I forget about it. I guess that’s when you could say I was happy. But the minute I start to think,

phobia. Only if the symptoms are more intense than is normal, if they last a long while, and if they interfere with one’s everyday life, only then can one entertain an actual diagnosis.

Most adults who have ADD do not suspect they have it. They just feel that something is amiss in some unnameable way.

Living in distraction as they do, bombarded by stimuli from every direction and unable to screen out what is extraneous, people with ADD live with chaos all the time. They are used to it, they expect it. For all the problems this might pose, it can assist the creative process. In order to rearrange life, in order to create, one must get comfortable

Even when they look calm and sedate, they are usually churning inside, taking this piece of data and moving it there, pushing this thought through their emotional network, putting

Repetitious whirlwind romances