Is it really a problem? What happens if I combine Adderall and Alcohol?

You are describing schizophrenic behavior the inability to distinguish between what is real and what is not. Self medication is very unwise, one trip to a qualified Doctor w/his symptoms and he would have taken him right off the meds...Your husband's desire to abuse the adderall is the problem here not the adderall...

One man's poison is another's hope....If my wife didn't take her adderall she couldn't hold down a public job...I've seen her on it and I've seen her off it...With her add she is much better off to have that blue tongue she sticks out at me from time to time....I'm so sorry you had your marriage and health so negatively impacted by your husband...I hope things are better for you now.

Sounds like he might not from your description," because he had problems concentrating on daily tasks or work. "

Did he get evaluated by the doctor or did the doctor just prescribe him Adderall base on what your husband told him?  There are doctors who will do this.  Doctors have become drug dealers in a sense and it can be to their benefit.  Look at how Elvis and Michael Jackson turned out!  I've seen this too first hand....(not your story but prescribing Adderall to people who say or THINK they have ADHD but may not need stimulant medication at all)

I'm saying this for two reasons. 

The first one being what was told to me by my prescribing physician.  The first thing she asked me when I walked into her office was .." out of all drugs you've taken in your life...pick the one that made you feel the best."  Not high or euphoric....just good. 

That was easy for me.  I immediately told her the story of a close friend in Jr High School who's dad was a pharmacist.  Back then non-pharmacists could be hired to fill prescription bottles with pills for the pharmacist.  My friend worked for his dad doing this.  The law stated that if you drop any on the floor they must be destroyed. In my friends case, these didn't all make it into the garbage.

Long story short....my friend and I experimented with lots of pills.  He even had an official drug book (one pharmacists use)....to look up each one, doses etc......It was the early 70's and I was 15 years old.....if you have seen "That 70's Show" or the movie "Dazed and Confused" there is a reason that period of history is so associated with drugs.  Most everyone I knew (including me) smoked a lot of pot and tired everything under the sun just to see what would happen. Yes...even athlete's, cheer leaders, book worms, Muffy and Chet from the tennis club......everyone! lol

Anyway...I remember taking what were called back then " Black Beauties " which were 12 hr capsules of time release speed.  I recall being a little disappointed (back then) in that I never felt very high but I did feel really great....clear headed and very good. 

I also remember using Cocaine occasionally in my twenties when it was offered to me.  It seemed to show up every where during that time....parties, clubs, social gatherings.  Some one always seemed to appear with it here and there so you didn't need to go find it.  I remember at the time thinking...."what's the big deal?  eh, to each his own."  Again, I would just feel clear and rather sober while everyone around me seemed rather euphoric and extremely talkative. I'm always that way so it felt weird to the quiet one in the room and being annoyed at seemingly retarded conversations that were being discussed, the endless chatter and everyone talking at the same time.

  Was I in some kind of ADHD purgatory for being like this the rest of the time and being surrounded by  everyone else who had switched roles with me as a form of punishment for all the times I put my friends through similar situations.....no drugs needed!  Maybe? lol

So to make the same point my prescribing physician made to me that day in her office when she said ," one of the best litmus tests to see if someone has ADHD is to give them stimulants and see what happens.  She told me she tried speed once in college to study and said " I was bouncing off the walls and only took a small dose."  She told me if she had done any of the things I described in my stories she would be a basket case compared to how you felt....rather unaffected, clear headed and sober.  I told her back then I just thought I had a strong constitution and needed higher doses for the drugs to work......even then, I didn't like the effect of being "wired" which made me feel very uncomfortable.  I've never had any real issues with drugs or alcohol and used them back then sparingly for recreation in my younger days. 

Adderall is the perfect drug for me and I have no desire or curiosity to take anything else as it works like it should and has since I first started using it. My alcohol consumption has actually gone down from my normal beer after work to less than 6 beers a week.

So from the outside looking at your story ( with some drug experience myself lol )....if I was looking at your husbands behavior I'd say straight up that Adderall is a bad choice for him.  I question his diagnosis ( based on my own experience with it and in reference to everything I just said from my past or have read about.  Or else the doctor prescribing it is a schmuck and is not monitoring him or even validating his need for it.

Or at the very least....if he hadn't ever used drugs recreationally before and this was his first adventure in pharmaceuticals I'd say it sounds like he got lost inside Disneyland and needs to find the exit.....(like a child's first trip there and not ever wanting to leave).

I'm guessing he doesn't have ADHD and is using speed to self medicate some other issues.  Back in the day they used to say "speed kills" and there was a reason for it.

J

My soon to be ex-wife is an alcoholic drug addict. I have sent her to 6 rehabs for various substances over the past 20 years of marriage. AT the last rehab facility, an idiot bought her lies and diagnosed her with ADHD. She may be OCD but never showed signs of ADHD. She has been on Vyvance, Ritalin and Aderrall over the last 4.5 years. She immediately lost a ton of weight and was 900 miles per hour. Her thought processes and sanity have slowly been eroded to the point she is insane at times. She is on a cocktail of drugs. She takes Aderrall, Clonapin, Cymbalta, Prevacid of course to intensify and opiates when she can get her hands on them. She has stolen and taken an entire month of my pain medication in 10 days while I was on a trip with my daughter. When she takes the aderrall she wants to drink very heavily and things get out of control. She pulled a loaded .45 cal pistol on me, because she was angry, in front of our 11 yr old daughter who was terrified. She has put holes in the walls, broken doors of the hinges and anything else she can throw, kick or hit at the time. I could handle her other addictions, at least she was nice most of the time. This is a drug that has turned her into a demon. I have had to call the police on her and they ended up arresting her for disorderly conduct after she began screaming racist remarks at one of the three male officers it took to arrest her. She is 140 lbs and 6'7". The police were called on her at her parents home after she flipped out on them and tore the curtains down. She began stripping her clothes off for some reason and the officers had to make her dress again. She believes her own lies and will deny them even when caught red handed. She has gotten so drunk while on the aderrall that she has defecated herself in her sleep on three occasions that I am aware of. This medication is going to kil her. Nothing matters to her any more but her bitterness and anger. She has chronicled every negative thing I have said or done for the last 4 years. Who the hell does that? Most of the things were taken so out of context that it is ridiculous. It made her focus alright, on any and every negative thing she could think or make up about me. I loved this woman with all of my soul. I have done everything I could do to get her help. I have lost this fight and probably stayed in it way too long, and yet, somehow all of her current problems are my fault