I know that ADHD exists. I know that I have it.
I also know that there are varying stats that say that somewhere between ten and twenty percent of the population also live with this disorder.
We generally average that out to fifteen.
We do a lot of things generally.
We generally acknowledge that no two people with ADHD are the same.
We assemble the most common symptoms and keep a list of them. We point out that we each have different combinations of those symptoms. Additionally, each symptom we have manifests itself to differing degrees in each of us.
Depending on our current level of stress, the degree to which a symptom manifests itself varies from one part of our life to another, and sometimes changes as quickly as from one day to another and even one hour to the next.
That is to say that not only is the ADHD afflicting one person not the same as the ADHD afflicting any other person the same, the ADHD afflicting a person isn’t even the same ADHD that was afflicting them last year, nor will it be the same today as it is tomorrow.
Why are we so different?
The short answer is that we aren’t. By that I mean we are much like every other human being in that we are all different.
Consider that ADHD symptoms are present in the entire human race. And consider further that they change with variations in stress.
That means that some people who have symptoms that might be just shy of diagnosable can, under extreme stress, become diagnosable.
No, I’m not suggesting that we should stress people out and then slap a diagnosis on them.
I’m saying that we all have varying degrees of symptom prevalence, and some of us have enough of those symptoms and experience them to such a degree that we can in fact be readily diagnosed with ADHD
We are still human beings. We still have wants and needs, still have strengths and skills, still have a place in this world.
We still have rights and freedoms and restrictions and responsibilities. We still have life. We still have what we need to stay alive, will, determination, a desire to perpetuate, to thrive.
I am a person. I am a person with ADHD, but I am still a person. I am a writer. I am a musician. I am a humorist and a bit of a bumbling dork sometimes. I am a person who can cook and clean, a person who drives a truck and a motorcycle. I am a person who loves the water and I am a person who feels joy and sorrow each in the correct turn.
And I am a person with ADHD. In fact one hundred percent of me has ADHD. That is a solid fact.
But before any of that …
I am Kelly. And I’m not done yet.