A while back, I made a video where I attempted to show what having ADHD is like for me.
The basic idea is that you’re trying to listen to the story I’m telling while all of the other things are happening. The only problem is that I don’t know if it works for other people. It works for me, but I’m hardly the best test case.
ADHD is easy fodder for comedians and grumpy folks who like to complain about things. A lot of it is stuff like, “My dad had a cure for ADD. It was called a BELT!!!” Whoop, holler, everyone loves it.
I went to a parochial school, where corporal punishment was allowed. So, if I was talking during choir, or wandered off from the group, or got out of my desk during class, I got hit. I got hit a lot.
I was mostly hit with paddles. Sometimes I was tugged by an ear, or smacked on the back of the head, but mostly paddles. I still remember one time when the paddle actually broke. A piece of it flew off when I was hit. Granted, it was probably an old paddle, but it still made an impression.
The thing is, it didn’t work. I’d still space out during lectures in High School and College. I still got into car accidents when I zoned out while driving.
When I was growing up, my parents insisted there was nothing wrong with me. I believe they thought they were being supportive. They were being supportive, in their own way. The fact is, though, that what they meant (even if they didn’t know it) was that I was still okay, even with my inattention and odd behavior.
Now that Betty’s growing older, I see her just being a 3-year-old. I also see myself as a little kid. I hope she doesn’t run into these problems when she gets older.
If she does, though, I’ll understand.