From as early as I can remember other people have informed me of the reasons I don’t finish things or pay attention. I lack discipline. I am stupid. I am incapable of understanding complex concepts. I lack motivation. I am obviously not cut out to take part in the intellectual work required for me to succeed in the elite school for which my father shells out his hard earned money to pay my tuition. I am emotionally disturbed. I am lazy.

I plead no contest to the last two accusations. I am embarrassed to admit how much stock I placed in the others.

Short version of the above blathering: I have lived for 46 years with a disability I thought was a severe character flaw, and god damn it, I can’t blame anyone for not figuring it out.

“Such Behavior Mod stuff cannot work by itself.” You want an example of a simple concept that shakes a man’s self-image to its foundations? There you have it.