As a writer penning a blog about what it’s like to have ADHD, you can count on me to tell you exactly what it is like for me.
You can be certain that I’ll tell you some of the more embarrassing things, not because I’m brave or dedicated to honesty and truth (though I like to think I am somewhat representative of those qualities), but because I find the telling of things like that to be too irresistible.
I mean, I really enjoy imagining you all laughing at how hopeless and helpless I can be at times, even as I am aware that you’re potentially crying because you know all to well what I’m going through.
While you can count on me to be honest, to research aspects of ADHD that intrigue me and share that, and to illuminate exactly what it feels like for me to have ADHD, there is something you cannot count on me for.
No two of us have the same ADHD, so while what I go through may resonate with familiarity for you, you may have a few, or even many alternate experiences. We are not the same.
It is true, however
We empathize with our own even when we don’t get what they are doing or feeling, because the end result of ADHD, the anxiety and depression that we feel because of our symptoms, that hits in ways that we all feel.
We often know how we all feel, even if we don’t feel that way for the exact same reasons.
My particular flavor of ADHD may be solely developmental. Or it may be due to trauma. That’s a bit of a chicken and egg story, did I hit my head because I was being ADHD or am I ADHD because I hit my head. I can’t say.
Nor can I say with any certainty that my “serious concussion” suffered when I was four years old played no role in the development of my disorder.
It’s thought that some people grow out of ADHD. It’s a certainty that I did not. But is it because I was never going to develop executive functions well enough to leave the diagnosis behind? Or is it because of the trauma and subsequent insult to the integrity of my brain?
Some things will remain mysteries
What is certain is that I meet the criteria for a diagnosis of Adult ADHD. And what’s more, I am available to write about that.
So, while you can’t count on me to be exactly like you, you can count on me to be here wording all over the subject of ADHD and its insidious impact on our lives.
Because no matter what happens in my life, it seems I will always remain, the Man Of DistrAction.
Gotta go now.