You know a disease or disorder has arrived when it finally gets an acronym!
And if the “Grey Lady” prints invitations to a disease’s “coming out party,” it’s too late to send your RSVP.
So here’s the NYT’s bulletin: ADD and ADHD are spreading like STDs.
Question: Why are America’s children having trouble focusing?
In some states an estimated 23% of them can’t seem to stay on task. Does that mean they can’t read anything longer than a tweet? Are they caught up in an epidemic? Why are they so easily distracted?
Answer: They don’t know which bone to chase.
Let’s try this experiment. You need just three things. For the millions of you who have trouble concentrating. They are listed below with graphics.
With these ingredients, you’ll have the full attention of one drooling hound dog.
Next, quickly throw all of the bones in different directions. For best results, throw the bones as far apart as possible.
Finally, notice what happens.
Did the dog take off for the first one, then suddenly stop and seem confused by the presence of a second, third and fourth bone?
Was the hound temporarily paralyzed by too many options?
Did the hound go round and round in needless circles, wondering which choice to make?
If you listen, you can almost hear the hound dog’s mind mulling over the question:
“Which way do I go? Which way do I go?”
If and when your now-hyperactive hound tries to focus on one bone over the others, her attention has a “deficit” because she cannot follow through by simply focusing on one object.
She has bone-focus-deficit-disorder—BFDD.
When the hound finally makes up her mind to go after one of the four bones, the usual thrill of sitting at peace and enjoying it is now minimized. She cannot forget there are other bones still out there! She may take one bone over to the other in an attempt to gather more than one, but it does not matter. She can never sit and savor any of them. The ultimate, simple joy of dog with a bone is gone.
She is over-stimulated. In fact, the poor dog is locked-up by thinking about those other three bones.
In this case—the bone in the mouth is not better than three in the bushes.
Now consider all the stimuli we are assaulted with every single day.
Every corporation with something to sell is chasing after us—especially pharmaceutical companies who like to help us by putting names on natural human problems and then selling us very expensive pills promising to cure ‘em. Even hound dogs are given prescriptions for Prozac these days.
The answer to this inability to focus is as plain as the nose on our faces. If we want to understand the world, we need to turn down the noises in it. Take one bone at a time…chew it up…then, when fully satisfied, perhaps consider another.
Now, think about the cacophony we’re drowning our kids in.
We don’t allow them to have any peace and quiet in the most important, most sacred place they have—their minds.
And it’s not just our kids; we are all drowning in stimuli.
Twelve years of war. Twelve years of lies. Twelve years of untold psychological damage. Twelve years of fathers and mothers coming home maimed and scarred. Twelve years of war game videos and video game war. Twelve years of texting and tweeting and talking on cell phones. Twelve years of T.V. programming hammering home Hollywood’s obsession with terrorism in our “homeland.”
Then consider the nightly news, which mostly ignores what kids are experiencing first hand in their lives. Missing from television are the flag-draped coffins holding the remains of a friend’s father or mother. But the kids read about the death toll in the scroll while the anchor reads the latest celebrity news or shows pictures of the most recent shooting down the block.
Meanwhile, the graphic behind the anchor’s head flips from one cartoonish image after another—all fighting for our attention like a hound dog struggling with those four bones.
Then the scroll switches to tweets from pundits armed with enough ego to think their comments on just about anything are worthy of dividing our attention. During the presidential debates—tweeters scrolled below the screen explaining who blinked the most and what those blinks might mean.
What do we do?
Which way do we go?
How do we put it in context?
How in the world can we focus when, like a hound dog with four bones, we are never given a moment to digest anything.
In steps Doctor Pharma, complete with an acronym to make it easy to remember.