SeanCharles
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At the age of two, back in my state of birth, I was part of a study and was diagnosed then with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD). This occurred in 1969, when returned to California after I had moved to Alaska for the first time when I was only 6 months of age. My early childhood had me bouncing a bit like a ping pong ball when my father's alcohol and prescription medications abuse cause my mom to have to maintain financial stability for the family.
I was medicated initially with Ritalin off and on while in California and then too in Alaska. I was a wild child. Something I was fascinated with doing while we lived in California was 'blowing out the pilot light' on the gas clothes dryer, this drove my mother absolutely silly. She would struggle to re-ignite this each time I conveniently extinguished this flame. (She claims she had to literally lift the dryer up in order to light the pilot light due to it's location) Another thing I did too was to put my toys in the dryer, she'd be doing laundry and to her surprise, she'd find my toys.
One early Alaskan memory which occurred after my sister was born and I recall our mom sleeping was something that I had come up with which was a strange version of 52 card pick up, my twist on this was to take all the different board games we had and essentially do what you do with the deck with all the contents of various board games which included monopoly down upon the steps below leading down into lower part of the log house.
Until real recently this year, I had been struggling to write a visual of that house because of the bad memories that were associated with my life there. A couple months ago, I was using this house for a story that will never appear here on the forum and found that I was able to easily give what I feel is an accurate description.
Upon entering the two story with a cinder block basement through an attached log on cinderblock, heated, single car garage through a wooden door with an etched glass window, you immediately enter a kitchenette on your right and a small closet on your left. looking ahead you see a dining room area and a flight of half log steps leading upstairs.
If you approach the steps and look around before climbing them you see an opening to a crawlspace, next to that you see a washer and dryer. there is an open space which might have been a storage space, but was a play space for me occasion. Above the washer and dry was a second set of steps that were closed off and a bookshelf was places as the space between those logs were difficult to climb for me and a dog that I never mentioned before which I will share another time. climbing the first set of steps takes up to a hallway on your right is a door leading out side along this hallway are two bedrooms in front of you and on your left, at the end of the hall and next to the second bedroom is the only bathroom. Behind you is the second set of steps taking you up to the living room which has memories attached to this area.
Upon entering the living room you see large windows looking outside at the front of the house and surrounding area. To your left you see a Franklin wood fireplace with a stack robber attached on a reddish/brown tiled area.
It was from the second stairway looking down that the board games were dropped! The consequence was we had to clean up the mess and of course, no more board games!
Moving on...
In 2009 I had begun seeing a therapist who had a specialty. His specialty was diagnosing 'offenders' who may or may not be responsible for why some of us are here... In the course of his care, I was diagnosed with PTSD, NOS (Not otherwise specified). I don't recall the full reasoning for his NOS part of the diagnosis.
I was medicated initially with Ritalin off and on while in California and then too in Alaska. I was a wild child. Something I was fascinated with doing while we lived in California was 'blowing out the pilot light' on the gas clothes dryer, this drove my mother absolutely silly. She would struggle to re-ignite this each time I conveniently extinguished this flame. (She claims she had to literally lift the dryer up in order to light the pilot light due to it's location) Another thing I did too was to put my toys in the dryer, she'd be doing laundry and to her surprise, she'd find my toys.
One early Alaskan memory which occurred after my sister was born and I recall our mom sleeping was something that I had come up with which was a strange version of 52 card pick up, my twist on this was to take all the different board games we had and essentially do what you do with the deck with all the contents of various board games which included monopoly down upon the steps below leading down into lower part of the log house.
Until real recently this year, I had been struggling to write a visual of that house because of the bad memories that were associated with my life there. A couple months ago, I was using this house for a story that will never appear here on the forum and found that I was able to easily give what I feel is an accurate description.
Upon entering the two story with a cinder block basement through an attached log on cinderblock, heated, single car garage through a wooden door with an etched glass window, you immediately enter a kitchenette on your right and a small closet on your left. looking ahead you see a dining room area and a flight of half log steps leading upstairs.
If you approach the steps and look around before climbing them you see an opening to a crawlspace, next to that you see a washer and dryer. there is an open space which might have been a storage space, but was a play space for me occasion. Above the washer and dry was a second set of steps that were closed off and a bookshelf was places as the space between those logs were difficult to climb for me and a dog that I never mentioned before which I will share another time. climbing the first set of steps takes up to a hallway on your right is a door leading out side along this hallway are two bedrooms in front of you and on your left, at the end of the hall and next to the second bedroom is the only bathroom. Behind you is the second set of steps taking you up to the living room which has memories attached to this area.
Upon entering the living room you see large windows looking outside at the front of the house and surrounding area. To your left you see a Franklin wood fireplace with a stack robber attached on a reddish/brown tiled area.
It was from the second stairway looking down that the board games were dropped! The consequence was we had to clean up the mess and of course, no more board games!
Moving on...
In 2009 I had begun seeing a therapist who had a specialty. His specialty was diagnosing 'offenders' who may or may not be responsible for why some of us are here... In the course of his care, I was diagnosed with PTSD, NOS (Not otherwise specified). I don't recall the full reasoning for his NOS part of the diagnosis.
