Hello, Professor Schultz, this post reminded me of this -
http://moonsense.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-because-im-dead.html

About one researcher saddling Beethoven with Asperger's Syndrome.

This blog really clarifies my confusion. Thanks Mr. Schultz, great insight as always. You deserve to make it big

....it makes things just click. It is one of my biggest pet peeves that people try and explain themselves or others through their diagnosis. I enjoy the fact that you look at all aspects to explain them!

Another issue is potential misdiagnosis of various sorts of perceived 'craziness' in artists, many of whom are gifted - in a technical, not merely popular, sense. In his article [on my site] Mis-Diagnosis and Dual Diagnosis of Gifted Children, James T. Webb, Ph.D. notes, "Many gifted and talented children (and adults) are being mis-diagnosed by psychologists, psychiatrists, pediatricians, and other health care professionals. The most common mis-diagnoses are: Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Oppositional Defiant Disorder (OD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), and Mood Disorders such as Cyclothymic Disorder, Dysthyinic Disorder, Depression, and Bi-Polar Disorder. These common mis-diagnoses stem from an ignorance among professionals about specific social and emotional characteristics of gifted children which are then mistakenly assumed by these professionals to be signs of pathology."

It describes a lot..
Thanks for giving me the different experience..
I wish to follow some of the way you describe..
Thanks

-Nadal-

Dual Diagnosis
Dual Diagnosis

I like your article. Your thoughts go well with my poem:

Dissociation
A crisis whisked me to the Land of Oz
It is the land of dream with different laws

Disoriented and humble and afraid I stood
The brick road branched into a yellow wood

Which way do I go – to the left or the right?
Someone please save me from this plight!

But no one was there to hear my plea
No good witch or wizard could I see

Determined was I to find my way home
Into the underwood I did roam

There were lions, and tigers and bears oh my!
And treacherous witches so scared was I

I had to believe that I’d make it back
From a proprioception that was whack

Dorothy’s shoes dropped from the air
“This Too Will Pass” was written there

Faith grew stronger and fear was gone
I looked them over and put them on

Their magic gave me courage within
Compassion and love inside my skin

The good witch appeared; it was my time to go
“You have all that you came for don’t you know?”

The road less traveled made the difference for me
But had I strayed left I know where I’d be

Flying with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
Forgetting about home; caught in a spell

Somewhere over the rainbow and the first star to the right
There is an anesthesia consciousness just out of sight

It is the place where genius draws from the well
And schizophrenic lost ones escape their hell