ADHD: The Immigrant Experience
I just got home from a visit with my friend Dave. Even though I’d spent (three times) longer with Dave than I’d planned, it was well worth it. I walked home with a bounce in my step, feeling refreshed and relieved.
I’d been able to express things to Dave that I’d been only half-aware of; things that have been burbling around in the background, waiting to be shared with someone who spoke my language.
Talking to Dave is always a voyage of discovery, unlike speaking with anyone else except – another person with ADHD.











