And you may be wondering, who the hell am I?
Well, I’m nobody really. I’m just a guy with ADHD who writes a blog for a mental health web site, this one.
But I’m not no one, not really. I represent several segments of the population.
Let me explain
I am one of the people who grew up with ADHD, but with no idea that I had that.
In fact, when I was attending public school, there was no ADHD diagnosis out there.
In ways, that was good, because I had to be dealt with on a one on one basis by my mentors, my parents and teachers.
And in other ways?
In other ways that was bad. We knew nothing of medication, we knew nothing of active time, nothing of organization conducive to study and learning.
Some of these things might have helped me, and I could have used some help.
Help with what?
My formal education was completed in fits and starts. I dropped out of high school only to return and graduate when I was twenty.
I then went to work in a factory until I needed to find something else to do.
I graduated from college as a computer programmer when I was thirty.
Among the help I could have used …
I could have used some financial assistance, and by that I don’t mean money handed to me. I could have used the guidance I would have required to finance my education and to assure me that I would have the ability to pay that back.
And I could have used a list of things that would fit in with the way my mind works in order to choose the right education and opportunities to pursue.
And I could have used some encouragement. When I was going to school I was reassured daily that I was unusual, unique, unlikely to fit in. But I was never told why.
I had to figure it out!
Me. I had to suss out the details. And I stumbled on this ADHD thing accidentally in my late forties.
So if everyone could see that I wasn’t normal, if they were all that smart, if they could all tell me that I was unlikely to be successful, why couldn’t they tell me why?
And why couldn’t they figure out how to fix this?
How smart are they?
Obviously they’re not as smart as me. And not as smart as you, either.
Am I right?
You bet I am!
So, who am I? I’m me. I’m Kelly.
And I’m willing to lay my life bear for you to pick through the bones of my failures and consume the meat of my successes.
I’m willing to share my thoughts and deductions for you to accept or reject.
And I’m willing to let you stand on what I’ve learned in order that you can see farther, reach higher, and get more from life if it is at all possible for you to do so.
If it doesn’t work, at least we tried.