ADD, Hyperactivity, and Ritalin

Jacqueline is curious about using drugs to offset the effects of ADD:

It’s been 13 years since I’ve taken anything for my attention deficit disorder — my childhood experience with Ritalin was awful. But things haven’t been going so well in school lately and I may have to relax my “no drugs, no way” position if I want to get it together and actually do the grad school thing.

Now, before I go any further, I need to put a big disclaimer on what follows: I am not a doctor — I don’t even play one on TV. I don’t have children. I don’t have ADD. I have never been on any prescription medication for anything other than antibiotics. I did go through a period of time when I was playing with recreational drug use, but that was confined to three drugs: a few instances of getting stoned (boring), three attempts at ‘shrooming (two of which times I went to sleep before they kicked in), and about two years of dropping acid on a fairly regular basis (fun for a while, then it was time to stop).

In other words, the following is opinion, and opinion only. Take it as such.

Now.

I have serious issues with the current obsession with ADD and the associated pharmaceutical treatments. My personal belief is that it’s an incredibly overblown and overmedicated issue. This does not mean that I don’t “believe” in ADD, or that I don’t believe that there are people who are affected by it and can benefit from treatment. What it means is that I believe that it’s often diagnosed too quickly, and that the current trend is too quick to depend on chemical treatments that are likely more detrimental in the long run.

My little brother Kevin was an unusually active baby. He had problems paying attention for more than a few minutes at a time, and was rarely still — even in his sleep, he was so constantly wired that he would bruise himself in his sleep thrashing around in his crib. Eventually, it got to the point where my parents were concerned enough that they decided to take him to a doctor and see if there was any medical explanation.

Now, this was back in the late 70’s, long before ADD/ADHD became the catchphrase of the decade. My brother was diagnosed with hyperactivity — an overabundance of energy and inability to focus, brought on by a chemical imbalance within his system. My parents were given a few choices on how to combat this. I don’t know if there were more options given than the two I’m about to mention, but I believe these were the primary options.

The first was Ritalin, a drug that is actually a central nervous system stimulant that has a calming effect on hyperactive individuals because of their unusual body chemistry.

The second was a more natural remedy — dealing with the hyperactivity by monitoring and adjusting Kevin’s diet. The chemical imbalance that triggered Kevin’s hyperactivity was brought on by excessive amounts of certain types of sugars in his system. The hyperactivity was believed to be an allergic reaction to sucrose and a few other compounds: essentially, he was allergic to cane sugar (sucrose), artificial flavors and colors, and honey. It was thought that by eliminating those elements as much as possible from his diet, it should be possible to regulate the imbalance and allow Kevin to lead a calmer, more normal life.

A little bit of Googling has turned up a few pages on the subject of hyperactivity and diet, leading me to this Q and A page that pinpoints this approach to treating hyperactivity as the Feingold Diet (further searching for “finegold diet” returned that same page as the top result). It’s apparently a somewhat controversial approach, as testing Dr. Finegold’s theories resulted in “mixed and inconsistent results” — see paragraph eight of the “20th Century History” section of Wikipedia’s ADD page for more information.

I don’t know how much was known about the Finegold Diet at the time that my parents were investigating Kevin’s unusual behavior, or how it was viewed at the time. Whatever the situation was, my parents decided that it was at least worth trying before resorting to drugs, and so Kevin’s diet was changed (along with the rest of us, of course — something that I’ve always half-believed is responsible for why I have such a sweet tooth: until the age of about four or five, I had a normal little-kid diet high in sugars; suddenly, nearly all sugars and sweets were removed from the house, and I missed them — but I digress…). We found that he could process fructose (fruit sugars) normally, and so that became the sweetener of choice in our family.

And it worked. It worked quite well, in fact. Suddenly, Kevin was manageable — at least, no more hyper than any other young child. And, in case there were ever any doubts as to whether it was the diet making the difference, the changes in his behavior when he did manage to get ahold of anything with high amounts of sugar were staggering (I remember one instance where after getting into a stash of Oreos I had hidden in my room he got to the point of physically attacking our dad — a rather scary situation for all of us). When his sugar levels did start to get a little high, all it took was a couple cups of coffee to calm him down, as the caffeine worked with his body chemistry in a similar way to how the Ritalin works: what’s a stimulant to a normal person acts as a depressant to a hyperactive person.

Now, obviously, no two people are going to have the same body chemistry, and a solution for one person isn’t necessarily a solution for all. Even when one solution does present itself, something as simple as time can make a huge difference — as my brother aged, he became less and less adversely affected by the sugars that sent him into fits as a child, and to my knowledge, he hasn’t had to worry about any medical dietary restrictions for quite a few years now. According to the above referenced Wikipedia article, testing on Dr. Finegold’s methods resulted in wildly inconclusive results, with success rates reported as anywhere from as much as 60% to as little as 5% of the test subjects.

So no, it’s not a catch-all, and I harbor no wild beliefs that because it worked for my brother, it will work for everyone else. However, I know it helped my brother, and even working with the low end of the reported success rate — five percent — if four million children are diagnosed with ADHD each year, then that’s around 200,000 that could see a substantial difference simply by experimenting with their diet (and I’d bet that choosing your foods wisely is a lot cheaper than filling a Ritalin prescription for years).

It just seems to me that if there’s a possibility of being able to help someone with something as simple as a little attention to their diet, than shouldn’t that be one of the first things investigated? It may not work — there may even be a 95% chance that it won’t — but if it does, than it’s easier, healthier, cheaper, and it would probably take no more than a few weeks or a few months to be certain as to whether a different diet is making the difference. Why start with the howitzer when a slingshot might be all you need?

What concerns me are two things: firstly, that I rarely (if ever) hear of people who know about the potential benefits of the dietary approach; and secondly (and more importantly), I really wonder sometimes if people these days are overly quick to assign their children the label of ADHD.

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Quite simply, children are supposed to be hyper! Yes, if it’s excessive, get it checked — but please don’t jump to the conclusion that a child is hyperactive simply because you’re having troubles controlling them. Children need to be active and interested in everything around them, it’s how they learn. They’re plopped down in the middle of this huge world, with all sorts of stuff to explore and investigate and taste and pound on and break and put together and figure out how it all works — and it really worries me when it seems to me that some parents are in far too much of a hurry to drug their children into insensibility because it would make their life easier.

Okay, I think I’m done.

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iTMS: Kevin Spacey ‘Beyond the Sea’

Beyond the Sea

Last night while bouncing randomly around the iTMS, I noticed an album by Kevin Spacey. Since I know Kevin as an actor, and not a singer, I was a little curious, and did some investigating. Turns out that there’s an upcoming biopic of Bobby Darin called Beyond the Sea with Kevin in the lead role (as well as directing and producing), and he actually does all of his own singing for the film.

That was enough to peak my curiosity, and I went ahead and bought the album (19 songs for \$9.99). After a couple listens over the course of the day, I’ve gotta say that I’m impressed — while I have no doubts about Spacey’s acting chops (I think he’s one of the best of today’s stars), it’s a very pleasant surprise to hear how well he does crooning away at Darin’s signature pieces.

Highlight tracks I’ve discovered so far are The Lady is a Tramp, Beyond the Sea, As Long as I’m Singin’, and of course, Mack the Knife. If you’re at all into this era and style of jazz, I’d say the albums worth picking up, and I’m definitely looking forward to the film.

iTunesMack the Knife” by Spacey, Kevin from the album Beyond the Sea (2004, 3:04).

Oddly Enough News Article | Reuters.com

Now here’s a fun little idea

CANBERRA (Reuters) – An Australian phone company is offering customers the chance to blacklist numbers before heading out for a night on the town so they can reduce the risk of making any embarrassing, incoherent late-night calls.

A survey of 409 people by Virgin Mobile, a joint venture of The Virgin Group and Optus, found 95 percent made drunk calls.

Of those calls, 30 percent were to ex-partners, 19 percent to current partners, and 36 percent to other people, including their bosses.

The company also found that 55 percent of those polled would grab for their phone first the next morning to check who they had drunkenly dialed, compared with just eight percent who went for the headache pills first.

Just another reason why I’m glad I don’t own a cell phone. ;) The statistics are pretty interesting, though.

iTunesBig Ditch” by DJ Icey from the album Generate (1998, 5:18).

A Seattle-centric blonde joke

A blonde was feeling so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into Puget Sound. She went down to the docks and was about to leap into the frigid water when a handsome young sailor saw her teetering on the edge of the pier crying.

He took pity on her and said, “Listen, you’ve got a lot to live for. I’m off to Europe in the morning and if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I’ll take good care of you and bring you food every day.”Moving closer, he slipped his arm around her shoulder and added with a wink, “I’ll make you happy, and you can make me happy.” The blonde nodded yes through her tears. After all, what did she have to lose?

That night, the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat, along with blankets and food. From then on, every night he brought her sandwiches, water, wine and fruit and they would make mad, passionate love until dawn.

Three weeks later, during a routine inspection, she was discovered by the Captain. “What the hell are you doing here?” the Captain demanded angrily. I have an arrangement with one of the sailors,” she explained. “I get free food and a trip to Europe. Meanwhile (she says coyly) he’s taking advantage of me so to speak (wink, wink).”

“He sure as hell is, lady,” the Captain said, “this is the Bremerton ferry.”

(via LJ Seattle)

iTunesGabrielles Party“ by Mason, Steve from the album Goa Rave (1994, 7:20).

Blast from the Past

Something I never realized before — apparently, the person in this iconic ad for Maxell audiocassettes…

Maxell Audiocasette ad

…is none other than then-Bauhaus frontman Peter Murphy. Nifty!

(trivia via Cult of Mac, image from Stangbangers, clumsily Photoshopped together by me — sorry, my Photoshop-fu isn’t good enough to remove the horrid moiré pattern from the original scan)

iTunesSister of Night” by Depeche Mode from the album Ultra (1997, 6:04).

LotR:TYEBEE (Lord of the Rings: Till Your Eyes Bleed Extended Edition)

With the release of a six-minute long trailer for the upcoming Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King Extended Edition, excitment about finally being able to see the full-length, uncut version of the trilogy is mounting. Prairie and I have had rough plans to hold a LOTRfest once the DVD was out — now that’ll be a little easier, thanks to a /.er who planned out a schedule:

11hr and 20 min is a significant investment of time, but I think it can be done.

7am: friends arrive, pancake breakfast.
8am: Fellowship of the Ring (\~4+ hrs)
12:30pm: Lunch
2:00pm: The Two Towers (\~3 1/2 hrs)
5:30pm: Dinner
7:00pm: Return of the King (\~ 4 1/2 hrs)
11:30pm: Eyes ooze out of our sockets, bedsores open on our asses.

Sounds like a pretty good approach to me. Prairie and I haven’t solidified a specific day for this yet, but would any Seattle-area friends feel like submitting themselves to this along with us some upcoming weekend?

Let me know!

Update: Prairie took a moment to actually look at a calendar (all these new-fangled concepts that I just don’t ever seem to grasp), and it looks like the target date is Saturday, Dec. 18th. Consider this an open invite (at least until I start worrying about how many people I can fit into a studio apartment, if I actually get that much interest). :)

(via Arcterex)

Adoption

Lately, I’ve been really enjoying reading The Sticking Point as Tommy and his wife travel to Seoul to finalize the adoption of a baby boy.

Little baby H. is incredible. He looks somehow different from the pictures we’ve gotten of him. The shock of hair sticking off the top of his head has mostly fallen off, and he’s got more even coverage from his fine black hair.

He’s quite a jumper. If you hold him under the arms, he will squat down then quickly extend his legs to try to jump, and he did this almost continuously during our visit. He almost seems ready to stand, though he’s only 22 weeks old. He smiles quite a bit and sticks out his tongue. He’s very curious about what’s going on around him. So much so that he prefers to be held facing outward, rather than toward you. From this position he can get a better look at what’s happening.

[…]

It was an overwhelming experience. So much so, that it’s left me a bit numb and unable to process it all. It think I’ve taken in so much emotional stimuli that I am unable to gather and sort an of it. We visited with a baby…but it’s my baby…but it’s not my baby yet. It’s a hard feeling to describe.

Tomorrow (Wednesday), at 2 PM, we will receive our little boy. Today is our final day as a family of two.

Being able to experience the adoption through Tommy’s eyes has been rather touching for me, as some time ago I was somewhat involved in an adoption from the other side of the process.

A few years ago, I was dating a girl with a two year old son, and another baby on the way — not mine, though, we started seeing each other when she was right about three months pregnant. An unusual situation, perhaps, but as with many things, it “seemed like a good idea at the time.”

She knew that keeping the baby wasn’t going to be a realistic option at that point in her life, and so as her due date grew closer, we started looking into the various adoption possibilities available. As it turned out, some old friends of my family (a flying buddy of my dad’s from the Air National Guard and his wife, who had been friends with my parents since shortly after they moved to Alaska in the mid-70’s) had been talking about adopting. My parents helped us get in contact with them, and all the necessary arrangements were made.

While making the decision to put a child up for adoption is never easy, it ended up being a really good arrangment for everyone involved. My girlfriend was able to be very confident in the family that her child was going to grow up in, and the adoptive parents were able to be in Anchorage for the birth so that they could take the baby immediately. Every so often over the years, I’ve been able to get updates from the parents, and have been assured that the baby (named Nathan, and not so much of a baby anymore, he’d be about eight years old by now) is doing fine — in fact, a little Googling just led me to a 1995 picture of the family and Nathan at three months old!

That relationship eventually ended (rather spectactularly, unfortunately), and it’s been years since I’ve heard from that particular girlfriend. Still, being able to be part of that process was an experience I’ll not soon forget.

Thanksgiving Weekend

Just got back in a bit ago from a very nice and very relaxing Thanksgiving weekend.

Friday after work I walked the block-and-a-half from the office building to Seattle’s Greyhound station and (after the requisite waiting around for an hour or so in a crowded, dingy bus terminal) hopped a bus out to Ellensburg and spent the weekend with Prairie. We had a very pleasant four days of doing next to nothing other than lying around, watching DVDs, and munching on Thanksgiving goodies. She’d made a really good Thanksgiving dinner (turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, sweet potatoes with melted marshmallows on top, cranberry jelly, and pumpkin pie) that, true to form, lasted all weekend long.

CWU Campus, Ellensburg, WA

We ended up watching Shrek 2 (good, of course), Van Helsing (entertaining moments, but overall really bad), The Stepford Wives (the new version — cute, but not great), Raising Helen (cute), and I’ve now seen the first three seasons of Friends (which, I have to admit, is a fun little sitcom), plus we went out to see National Treasure in the theater (not great, but definitely enjoyable).

Willow leaves, Ellensburg, WA

Eventually, the weekend drew to a close, and after Prairie loaded my bag up with leftovers, I hopped the return bus to Seattle, and am home again.

It looks like my brother and his family visited Alaska for the holiday, and there a lot more baby pictures up on the family photo gallery, including this cute one of Kevin, Emily, and Noah.

Kevin, Emily, and Noah

iTunesPluto” by Björk from the album Homogenic (1997, 3:19).

Four Years

The actual day isn’t until tomorrow, but as I’m not planning on doing much in the way of weblogging on Thanksgiving day, I figured I’d go ahead and toss this up ahead of time. While I’d been keeping hand-updated websites since ’95 or so, November 25th, 2000 marked my first foray into using a software engine to keep track of the random rambling I occasional put up on my website, starting me stumbling into the world of weblogging.

Four years it’s been since then.

Semi-randomly chosen highlights follow…

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