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Dyslexia onset at midlife?
I am beginning to scare myself.
I have always been a top notch speller – drives me a little crazy to come across misspelled words in books and even blog posts (!). And I’ve been typing since high school (omg, that’s coming up on 40 years ago), so I don’t think I am simply mistyping the words (like nad instead of and)
OMG!!!! 40 years??? That’s a post for another day….
Point is that more and more often, I misspell simple words, transpose letters and sometimes even words when I type emails or posts or ….anything.
It’s a constant irritating descrepancy that makes me worry that I am developing dyslexia in my 50s! Never ever had a learning problem and reading is not an issue (except when I miss half the email in my rush to get through the barrage). So it’s probably not true dyslexia. But still…
I am having the same problems with phone numbers. I have dialed the wrong numbers again and again, hitting the numbers in reverse order or worse. I could chalk that up to not wearing my glasses when I call someone…the numbers blend together and my fingers could stray a bit. It’s embarrassing, though, to reach someone who isn’t happy that I called during their nap!
Failing eyesight doesn’t explain the spelling, though. I can see what I type. My brain knows the spelling. But I just sent an email to a friend that said:
"When you do you come home?"
The "you" and "do" sound alike, but I inserted the "you" twice and in the wrong order. This is a pretty tame example; I’ve done worse. And it is scaring me.
I’ve read enough to know that early onset Alzheimer’s is rare, but not unheard of at my age. And my brain is turning to MUSH. Argh!!! I hate this almost as much as the crinkles on my neck and (shall we say) derriere!
Ick, ick ick. I like being on top of things. This is falling behind. Ick. Where did my brain GO anyway?
Does ADD get worse with AGE?
I coach a lot of women who ask me that question. Between our hormones bouncing all over the place and the steady progression of memories that DON’T light the corners of our minds, it makes sense.
So the answer is: yes and no.
Yes, it seems as if I forget where I left my shoes more frequently (I’ve been known to ransack the house at the last minute only to find them right beside the door!). And it seems that I need my ADD meds more than ever.
But the truth is that everyone our age is dealing with ADD-ish tendencies, simply because that’s what happens to our brains and neurology as we reach "that certain age." When you already have the real McCoy ADHD, an extra helping intensifies the effects.
Harvard Medical School says that many, many boomer-generation folks like us are rushing to psychiatrists and neurologists to see if our secret fears are confirmed: that we are losing our minds! Fortunately, even with a family history of dementia or Alzheimer’s, most of us are just dealing with a slowdown in processing.
Harvard Medical School reports that our memories (with or without ADD) are more difficult to access when we are over 50. It takes more time. If we give ourselves a minute to be calm, the word or the name or the location of those darned shoes will likely return.
Our memory mechanisms aren’t like a file cabinet, as doctors once believed. We don’t store our memories in a tidy brain compartment, then pull them back our again when we need them.
Memories are stored in locations all over the brain, because we collect memories from many different sensory points. You store memories of the county fair with the sights of the Midway, the smell of cotton candy and funnel cakes and the physical excitement of spinning on the Tilt-a-Whirl. Memories are stored in those smell, sight, physical sensation areas of your brain. When you remember the county fair, your brain has to pull the correct memories from all those centers to recreate your previous experience of the county fair.
There’s bad news out there about memories: recent research shows that our memories are altered slightly each time we retrieve them (fascinating! scary!). An experiment conducted soon after the attacks on September 11, 2001 showed that people interviewed immediately after the event and again six weeks later did NOT tell their story consistently.
There were major differences in their recounting of the incident and they SWORE that they were telling the exact sequence and events in the second interview as in the first!
Our brains play tricks on us. We can’t trust them. Whether they are ADD brains or not.
So if you think your ADD is getting worse with age, it may be that everyone else in our age bracket is discovering their own ADD-ish tendencies. Relax. Take a breath. Let your brain have half a second to remember the name of your dentist. And you’ll be just fine.
The older I get, the more I forget
Darn it, anyway!
I swear I used to have a memory. But now my memory is just … well, a memory.
Honestly, I thought menopausal madness had come and gone for me (in two weeks I’ll be – gulp! – 57 – gulp! again).
But today I saw my favorite sweater come out of the washing machine – the sweater I DON"T want to wash.
Ever.
I cringed. Then I bravely said something like "I would really prefer that my pink sweater isn’t washed in the machine." And Janine, my faithful assistant said, with a look of complete astonishment, "But you just handed it to me!"
I DID? HUH?
I have absolutely NO memory of handing her the sweater, even taking OFF the sweater. I am freaking OUT here.
It was literally 20 minutes ago and I cannot bring back any trace of that event. I remember thinking "I don’t want to wash this." I even put it at the back of the closet so it wouldn’t get washed. How in the heck did it get from the closet to the laundry room without me noticing?? Especially if I actually handed it to Janine.
Whose life am I living anyway??
I miss my memory.
If I could remember where I left it, I’d like to have it back.
Now what was I talking about?