I was diagnosed early as a child. Early on I grew up hearing the word ADHD. Even with that no one ever took the time to explain to me what that meant.
I knew I was different. That I had to go to special classes. And I needed more help a lot of times than my classmates.
As I got older I grew resentful of the meds, the therapy, the special classes and classroom assistants. My impulsive behaviors and social struggles made me a very angry young man.
Still never fully understanding why. It wasn’t until I landed myself in another treatment center after a long battle with addiction that someone took the time and explained to me why I was that way.
And that I wasn’t bad or slow. That my brain worked differently and that all I needed was a little help to get back on track. I’ll forever be grateful to that Dr. When I was able to accept my condition and adapt. It was like I could see clearly for the first time. At 32 my life started. And I stopped running from ADHD and started facing it head on.
Steven J