Introducing “Ask Dr. Goat”

 

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My husband and I are busy preparing a 6-part blog series on ADHD, DNA, and understanding what “genotype” testing can tell you about medication response. Be sure to subscribe to this blog to be notified (see sign-up box above right).

In case you missed it, my husband has ADHD. Diagnosed in 1999. He is also a molecular biologist, and his former girlfriend is a neurosurgeon. But who connected his lifelong “issues” with ADHD? Yeah, this journalist.

I share our story in the introduction to my book, Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.?, excerpted at the end of this post.

In our house, I’m the expert on ADHD. But he’s the expert on having ADHD. He’s long provided stalwart moral support for my advocacy. But really, he has his own work and interests. So mostly I plow through the ADHD-related scientific research myself. Sometimes, though, there are questions where it’s handy to have a resident scientist.

For example, I became interested in this genotyping test for ADHD medications, from Harmonyx. Perhaps it would help people with ADHD avoid too many spins on the “Meds Roulette” wheel that too often defines ADHD medication treatment. We have knowledge about genetic patterns that influence how medication work for an individual with those patterns; seems we should be using it.

Did he want to try it? “Absolutely!” he said.  And would he maybe write about it for ADHD Roller Coaster readers? “Sure, why not?” he said.  I paid a visit to the Tennessee-based company while I visiting my family in Memphis, and I was very impressed with their approach and methods.

But Gina, Who is Dr. Goat?

Dr.-Goat-squareBy now, you’re obviously wondering, who the heck is Dr. Goat? Well, that’s my husband of course. His nickname. (And yes, it’s a long story.)  This cool caricature, at left, comes from my brilliant-designer friend Robert Longmire, at Longmire Creative. (Yes, he also created my caricature in the column to right.)

Dr. Goat and I are working on the posts right now: one post on his (and my) test results; and one on the field of “genotyping.” Briefly defined, that’s “the process of determining differences in the genetic make-up (genotype) of an individual by examining the individual’s DNA sequence using biological assays and comparing it to another individual’s sequence or a reference sequence. It reveals the alleles an individual has inherited from their parents.”  Yeah, it’s a mouthful. I’m trying to make all this understandable to “civilians” like me and maybe you.

Also: Finally, after 16 years of this work, I am developing a newsletter. “Ask Dr. Goat” will be a regular feature, so be sure to sign up for my mailing list in the upper-right column. (Please know. I don’t have time to pester you, and I really detest gratuitous e-mail wasting my time. I will keep mailings to the minimim and work my hardest to make it useful.) The idea is that readers can submit questions, just for Dr. Goat. They can be personal questions, advice queries, or scientific questions. We’ll play it by ear.

Now, as promised, the intro to my book, which explains the story of our “discovering” Adult ADHD together:

I wish I’d had this book 10 years ago, when the world was metaphorically
knocking me upside the head, teaching me to pay attention to
that human organ called the brain. Teaching me to view the brain, in
fact, as an organ, vital to our every physical and emotional function yet
oh so vulnerable.

At the time, my 84-year-old mother was slipping tragically into an
Alzheimer’s-like stroke dementia—recognizing me as her “great friend”
but not her seventh and youngest child. It broke my heart. But if her
memory had remained intact, it would have broken her heart to see her
oldest child and my brother, then age 60, succumbing to brain cancer.

Amidst these family dramas, I met my future husband. Over dinner
one evening, this newly minted scientist, fresh from completing his doctoral
degree at a neurological institute, sprang this unsettling idea on me:
Everything we think, do, or feel happens due to chemical reactions in the brain.

I shuddered, alarmed at the thought of reducing the seat of the self, the
seat of the soul, to a chemistry-lab experiment. And he didn’t stop there: Given all the vulnerabilities of the brain from conception until death—
from genetics, viruses, toxins, and even seemingly minor bumps to the
head—it’s a wonder that any of us have a working brain, he said. I surely didn’t like the sound of it, but there was no arguing with the evidence: Their brain diseases meant that my own mother’s and brother’s force-of-nature personalities would peek out only for brief glimpses in the slow march toward their physical death.

My then-boyfriend’s birthday gift to me that first year together was
Molecules of Emotion, written by pharmacologist Candace Pert. She is the
scientist whose team discovered endorphins—brain molecules that affect
how pain and pleasure are experienced. That book set me on a remarkable
path of discovery. Little did I know, though, how much more
personal this path would become. For this brilliant, handsome, and
sometimes even sweet man, the one with whom I could laugh and talk
for hours on such a broad range of interesting subjects, would slowly start
driving me to distraction. Literally. Perilously.

How could someone educated and smart enough to decode the human
genome habitually miss the freeway exit and tailgate at top speed? Less
physically endangering (but still unnerving), how could he “mis-hear”
and “mis-remember” so often and so significantly?

You’ll just have to trust me that our miscommunications lay far beyond any Venus-Mars or human-scientist thing. It was more like Earth-Spacetime Continuum. Lacking information—namely, that he might have adult Attention- Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, or ADHD—my resourceful mind spun plausible theories.

Maybe my Southern accent proved sometimes indecipherable to his Yankee ears.

Maybe his recent-transplant status in Southern California left him freeway-challenged.

Or maybe he was simply a scientist, distracted by loftier thoughts as he sped past the exit, forgot an important commitment, or missed a critical cue to show that he cared about me.

Make no mistake: His brain worked brilliantly much of the time. But
when it didn’t, when some inexplicable glitch snagged the system, the
glaring disparity defied credulity. The fact that he typically failed even to
perceive any such glitch, confidently insisting that I had misspoken or
forgotten, gave me even more reason to doubt my perceptions.

I had an inkling about why my mother’s strokes and my brother’s brain
cancer tumor had affected their behavior the way they did. But what
could account for the funny feeling that my physically healthy boyfriend’s
puzzling actions weren’t “right” either—not his personality, not his intentionality,
but something else entirely.

The question nagged at me.

Could his stressful workload be a partial explanation? Possibly. Then,
too, it was the dot-com era. Everyone in California was revved up and
overcaffeinated, plugging in and tuning out, getting ever more disconnected
in their fevered scramble for “connectivity.” After a few years of futile searches through couples therapy and holistic health routes—dietary changes, exercise, meditation classes, yoga, and caffeine-cessation crusades, all of which helped but not nearly enough!—
I chanced upon an eye-catching new title at the public library,
neuropsychiatrist Daniel Amen’s Change Your Brain, Change Your Life.
Amen’s vivid descriptions of adult ADHD stunned me.

When my husband read it, he agreed that ADHD explained a lot about his life. But how
could we, a molecular biologist with a sophisticated knowledge of neurochemistry
and a well-read journalist who knew a little bit about everything,
not have already known about adult ADHD? Especially that many adults
have the “stealth” version (meaning no physical hyperactivity).

[continued in Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.?]

6 thoughts on “Introducing “Ask Dr. Goat””

  1. Dr. Goat is a brilliant idea!
    I feel a connection to this column already-what with Dr. Goat being a molecular biologist, and me being completely composed of (you guessed it) molecules!

    1. Haha Dennis!

      Yes, it was the same basis of courtship attraction for Dr. Goat and me: molecules! 🙂

      g

  2. Infamous Dr. Goat here: All will be revealed in the plainest language we can come up with, accompanied with links to authoritative sources. Looking forward to it all!

  3. Glad you got the ol’ goat to agree to do this column. I think he’ll add a wealth of “insider” knowledge. One suggestion, though I’m sure you’ve thought of this. Words like ‘genotype,’ ‘allele,’ and so on, need to be explained in simple terms. I’m intelligent but I have to tread slowly when I encounter these ‘foreign’ words. They are not part of my daily lexicon. Explanations that are a few notches above Dr. Seuss but well below Dr. Hawking, will assure that everyone is on the same page. **

    ** = Perhaps the phrase should now be, “will assure that everyone is on the same blog post.”

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