“Dr. Sawyer?” An older, attractive but slightly frail man with gray hair at his temples turned to me as he fumbled with keys to his office door.
“Hilary?” His smile was warm and I returned it right before my face crumbled.
“Oh, no,” he said, quickly opening his office door and ushering me in.
“I’ve been hoping for the chance to meet you,” he said, rounding his mess of a desk to grab a tissue. And when I say mess, I mean the office was filled to the brim with books and scattered papers. I looked around me in utter shock he was able to function this way.
“I bet you are wondering how your husband makes it through a session without having a spell.” He smirked before sitting down behind a larger stack.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I sniffed.
“He makes do. He’s gotten a lot better at ignoring it.” Dr. Sawyer studied me carefully as I got myself together. “You know as his therapist, I’m not really supposed to discuss Jayden’s case without his permission.
“I know,” I croaked. “I just...I was driving and I kept driving and then I Googled you and I came here.”
Well, that was pathetic.
“We can talk about you. Let’s do that. I have an appointment in an hour.” He sat back in his seat, smoothing down his tie. “Jayden’s told me a lot about you.”
“I’m sure you never thought I’d show up as a blubbering idiot at your door,” I offered sheepishly. “I’m just so lost. I don’t know how to help him.”
“I’m listening,” he said warmly. His demeanor was open and inviting. I could see why Jayden trusted him.
“When he first told me he had ADHD, I didn’t give it a second thought. I kind of ...” I paused, embarrassed at my confession, “waved it off like it was no big deal. God, what an idiot, right?”
“It’s absolutely common,” he encouraged, “go on.”
“I don’t want you to think that I didn’t care when he told me, or it didn’t matter. I just didn’t realize how much...”I looked up at him again, my eyes watering. “How hard this would be...I love him more than anything. I do.”
“Hilary, it’s common practice for those who do not live with ADHD or any other disorder not to have full knowledge of its effects, or even try to conceptualize what living with it is like. You would be surprised how many people walk into relationships with this type of disorder simply expecting a hyperactive personality who needs a learning curve.”
“That’s so not what I’ve been living with,” I said as fresh tears surfaced.
“No, it certainly isn’t,” he agreed. “But you are here and you care enough to seek out answers, so I’d say it’s a good step in the right direction.”
“I’m pulling away from him, he can feel it. I can’t deny it. I want to stop it.”
“Then you recognize the problem,” he said, offering me another tissue, which I accepted.
“I just want to be able to trust in us again, you know, without the worry of the rest of it. But more than that, I want to understand what he’s dealing with.”
He looked at me for a beat and then nodded. “I can’t exactly help you with the first part, but I would like to think I may be able to help with the second. Let me sum it up for you the way it was for me when I was first introduced.” He leaned forward and put his hand in a fist then knocked once on his desk.
Let’s pretend this is your world. He leaned forward again, making sure he had my attention, and knocked on his desk once.
“Now, let’s hear it in Jayden’s world.” He began knocking on the desk repeatedly.
“Your world and what you hear ...” He knocked only once. “Jayden’s world ...” Again he began to knock on the desk with the same emphasis but repeatedly.
I sat back in my chair, completely stunned. “That’s what it’s like for him?”
“In a way, his mind is constantly processing, racing with thoughts, and a constant changing of the channel. Imagine sitting in front of a TV where the channel clicks on a different station every ten seconds or so.”
“Jesus, that would drive me insane,” I said, looking at my ring.
“It’s not easy but it’s manageable with some coping skills and prescribed medications.”
“Jayden won’t take medication. I’m sure you know that.”
“I’m aware. Again, let’s talk about you.”
I shrugged my shoulders, feeling guilty as I sat at his doctor’s desk, reaching for answers I should be able to get from my husband.
“I feel guilty. I know I should ask him these questions. I should be able to, but he shuts down on me. He won’t even discuss it, really. He’ll clue me in on things from time to time. He’s always been open about having it, but it’s like now...I don’t know, when I ask him—”
“Do you ask him or do you confront him?” I sat back, still thumbing my ring and biting my lip.
“I consider myself even tempered. I’ve been upset with him at times and downright confrontational at other times when he lies to me.”
“Of course you have,” he said, doing his best to ease my nerves. He circled his desk before sitting down beside me. “It’s human nature. Men and women meet, fall in love, and get married. The first year of marriage will always take some adjustment, no matter how functional the couple may be. There is, more often than not, a slight struggle for power. In this day in age, it’s more common of a power struggle as to who will wear the pants. Give and take. It all takes some adjusting. You are still in the honeymoon phase where emotions run high, feelings are more easily hurt, and hurts are a lot harder to brush off due to the newness of the relationship. Throw in hormones, testosterone, the daily grind, bills, unforeseen problems and emergencies, and you have a whirlwind of new feelings to deal with. Now throw in the fact that one of the partners has ADHD where all of the above are more likely to occur, and you have a recipe for a very hard honeymoon phase.”
“Great, so we’re screwed.” I sighed, crossing my legs and shaking my head slowly.
“Are you?” He gave me an inquisitive look. “You seem like a smart girl, so I’m going to give you a choice here. I can give you the text book version or tough love.”
His new tone stunned me and I couldn’t help the nervous laughter that came out. “Give it to me tough, Dr. Sawyer.”
He stood immediately and began to write on a large dry erase board. He kept silent as I watched him write in large red letters.
- SOCIAL CUES
- HYPER FOCUS
- IMPULSE CONTROL
- RESTLESSNESS
- EXPLOSIVE TEMPERAMENT/SUDDEN OUTBURST OF EMOTION
- SOCIAL ANXIETY/FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN
Knowing a few of the terms because of my online reading, I was suddenly excited that I would have a more in depth explanation and not only that, from the man who had watched my husband grow up and had treated him since his diagnosis.
“I can’t thank you enough for this,” I said sincerely. He looked back at me and smiled before giving me a mock scowl. “Don’t thank me yet, this is tough love.”
I scowled back with humor. “Right.” But the truth was, I already felt better. Maybe just talking to someone was all I needed.
“Okay, so let’s start with some of the symptoms of ADHD. Loss of focus, or attention deficit, as aptly named, being the primary.”