Cowgirl and Chick A-D-D, Zoe Kessler; Photo by Jake Chegahno, 2011
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ‘em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such~ lyrics by Willie Nelson
I’m frustrated. The only reason I’m writing this blog is that my mama let me grow up to be an untreated ADDer. Ok, blame isn’t the point. The point is that, I see so many parents in denial.
I hear the hype about how ADHD is over-diagnosed, and over-medicated. I watch as parents watch their children struggle, and yet they don’t get them the help they need. (I can relate to denial; I struggled with accepting my own diagnosis, but now that I know what it’s like to live untreated and treated for the condition, I’m trying like the dickens to lasso in as many nay-sayers as possible and let them know that growing up with ADHD is about as much fun as being the rodeo clown who’s stampeded by a wild bull).
I know what a HUGE difference treatment can make. I’ve spoken with other ADD adults who had a parent, or teacher – someone – who acted as an ad hoc coach when they were young. Whether or not the word “ADD” was ever spoken, somehow, someone had the right idea about what that child needed.