ADHD enjoys a certain mystery among those who choose not understand it. If those people believe at all that it exists, they can’t see what goes on inside our heads. And it seems that they’d rather not know. They therefore think it’s all distractions and random associations.
And, truly, there is a lot of that, I have to admit, but we are so much more than that. We are complex, much more than just collectors of unfinished projects, pilers of things, missers of appointments. We are the ones who see the things that others can’t in the places others aren’t drawn to look. We are the ones who feel a tree’s strength and softness at the same time, the ones who hear the river laughing at the rocks it tumbles over. We are the ones who feel a kindred love for small birds who dash around from twig to terrace and cannot sit still for more than a few seconds.