Mental illness day 17

Today should've been a great day.  I suppose it still was.

I was finally able to cash in the favor I've been holding over someone for the last several months, and I was able to go to the Perot museum.  I've been dying to go.  I knew that it would be important for me to go with someone incredibly intelligent, which made JFK the perfect person to go with.  I thought that he hadn't been there before, not sure why. Once we got there, he had told me it was his third time being there.  I think he made the best of it though, he certainly did attract a crowd when he started to speak.  It was so sweet when an older woman had asked him to explain an experiment to her regarding a telescopic lens.  He also taught a few boys about the power of kinetic energy which burned a hole in a small piece of paper.  The boys must have thought that it was either the weight causing a stamp or tearing a hole in the paper.  JFK told him to smell it because the kinetic energy he used to raise the bowling ball to strike the paper transferred enough power to the paper to burn a hole in it.  At first, the kid didn't believe him, then he told him to smell it- it should smell like burnt paper. The kid was thrilled. I hope I explained it right - physics was the only class I failed in high school....  :)

Anyway, I digress..... Badly....

On this trip, the way there to be exact, is when he found out that I was medicated.  He asked only a few questions about it, none of them all that memorable.  I only mentioned it because I had gotten ready so quickly I had forgotten to take it.  Knowing that there would be reading and attention activities involved, I figured he deserved fair warning.

My attention was sooooooo allowed to be all over the place- the kids certainly were!!!  I couldn't believe how many ill-behaved children I had seen.  I was pushed, shoved, fell over-and I'm beside the point again.  I realized how much the medication helped wi my reading abilities.  My dyslexia was usually more controlled, but I also realized that my eyes 'tick' when I read.  I mean at they shift back and forth, which is why it also took me forever to read anything.  If there was a paragraph involved, my eyes would move back and forth making reading difficult.  I would usually have to read paragraphs several times over to understand.

I enjoyed the museum.  I'm not sure if I learned much, but I did enjoy all the exhibits.  I loved learning that diamonds fall from the sky at Neptune as part of their normal weather-  can I go there??!

On the drive back, I rested my hand on the gear shaft in the middle of the console.  When I clicked the button (the one to engage to move it), he said that he could feel it on e accelerator and it annoyed him.  In the slow traffic, I clicked it a few times without any complaint.  As we were stuck in traffic later, i made it more obvious and we wrestled over it.  In the midst of the battle, he blurted out, 'I'm never hanging out with you again unless you take your medication'.  It was enough to make me stop very quickly.  He continued with his thought and stated that if we hang out again that he'll take it upon himself to remind me to take the medication.  I never thought I was at bad, it was true that I probably wouldn't have done that if I wasn't on medication.  It made me miss some of the craziness I was from before, but at the same time, I didn't think that action warranted something so hurtful.

The saddest part- he didn't think it was insensitive at all.