Have you had enough of being considered unusual and different? Have you had enough of being judged and found wanting?
Or do you line up with those who are judging you? Do you agree with those assessments. Do you wish you could “cure” yourself? Do you wish someone could offer you a cure?
If it’s a cure you’re wanting, there is hope. But it’s not maybe the kind of hope you were … well, hoping for.
It’s not a change in the way you are or the way your brain works. It’s a change in your perception.
On Saturday I went to a Pride picnic in my town. I have some friends in the LGBT community and the annual celebration is for members of this community and their friends.
I know what being marginalized is like. I know what being judged for who and what you are is like. And I don’t think it’s right.
Now I’m not suggesting that people with ADHD have been treated as badly as the lesbian/gay/bisexual and transgender community. There is absolute vehemence and intolerance in this world directed towards members of this community.
We, as the human race, deal with spectrums all the time. There is the spectrum of intelligence. And within that there is the spectrum of so called normal intelligence.
There is the spectrum of wealth, from extreme poverty to the one percent. There’s the spectrum of physical health from terminally ill to in the pink. And there is the spectrum of behavior, from locked up with the key thrown away (and in some places that would be on death row) to being the pinnacle of society and a shining example to all of humanity.
Sometimes I get worked up about promoting mental health awareness. I get upset about stigmatization and marginalization of persons with mental health issues, disorders and disease. I get angry with people who would either judge people whose mental health is less than optimal, or exploit us for gain.
But if you’ve read my blog before, I’m not likely telling you anything new. And in all sincerity, I sometimes feel I rant about these things too much. (Although I also often feel these topics aren’t addressed adequately in public forums.)
So if I get a chance to bring awareness to the public, in a positive way, I’ll usually jump at that opportunity. And such an opportunity presented itself to me recently. I was asked to participate in a public show and book launch at the local hospital.
You know I get upset when I hear people say things like “You don’t seem like you have a mental disorder, are you sure?”
But let’s consider the world in which opinions like these have been nurtured. We live in a world where mental health is considered a vulgar topic of conversation.
If you’re not feeling emotionally or mentally stable, you’re supposed to keep it to yourself. If you need help, you have to figure out how to find it with little to go on in the way of signage and less in the way of knowledge in the community.
It said: “[sic]your article is not a true fact. going into a store and coming out with something different is being stupid. having a list read to u and trying to remember is more accurate. it has to do with being able to pay attention and listening without being sidetracked”
I had to give it some serious thought before I figured out why this bothered me. And here’s what I came up with …
Some title, eh? And I hear this in different ways. There’s the old dismissive standard: “ADHD is just an excuse for ! (fill in the blank)” And then there’s: “Every time you do that, you blame your ADHD!” And one of my all time favorites: “Instead of talking about your ADHD, why don’t you do something about it?”
It’s nice that there is so much help out there, isn’t it? And the great thing is that any one of these remarks immediately makes me retreat into myself, disengage from the person who says them, and re-establish my relationship with the cracks I’d thought I had patched in my shattered self esteem.
Before my diagnosis, I was easily distracted. Now, I’m … easily distracted. Before my diagnosis I would sometimes say inappropriate things. I still do that.
Before my diagnosis I would get bored with long, drawn out, mind numbing presentations and slip off into my own world. I would spend long periods of time staring out the window and living in my head. I would misunderstand people who were speaking to me in my native tongue, English. I would falter and fumble when I was in social situations where I wasn’t sure of myself.
Do you have ADHD? I have ADHD. I feel for you, I truly do. “It’s not easy being green.” has nothing on how “not easy” it is to have yourself scattered at high speed down the road of life.
And worse than that, while those of us with ADHD share your pain, we don’t share your ADHD anymore than you share ours, any one of ours.
Yes I have some of your symptoms, probably lots of them. But I don’t have all of them.
I’m have ADHD. But I’m also ALFF or Always Looking For Fun. What’s in the word “label” that makes us cringe so?
If someone said you were among the “kindest people” would you be offended? Not likely (unless they were describing the crowd you were hanging out with and suggesting you didn’t belong).
Okay, here’s a better example. Every Saturday morning I go to the local Farmer’s Market to pick up whatever I need, eggs, fish, honey, veggies, bread. I also always get my breakfast there.
The young woman who takes orders is in a situation where she needs to remember who ordered what. So she looks critically at the customer and adds to the bottom of their order a description of the orderer. It could be “pink shirt” or “orange scarf” or “leather purse.” You get the idea. Some of her customers are people she knows by name, that makes the label easy. Some of them are people she knows as customers, but not anywhere else, the regulars.