ADHD

Excuse me, I need to climb up onto my soapbox for a moment.

There.

Now for all of you within the blog reading zone... please listen (read) up!

I have ADHD. I have had it my whole life. When I was little my parents and teachers didn't quite know what to do with me.

Teachers:

"She won't stay in her seat"

"She talks out of turn"

"She constantly interrupts"

"She raises her hand, but blurts things out before she is called on"

"She doesn't get her work done"

"She doesn't listen to directions"

Parents:

"Why don't you answer when I call your name?"

"Why won't you hold still?"

"Why are you just sitting there staring off into space? You're supposed to be doing X!"

"How many times do I have to tell you to do the same things?  Do I have to make you a list?"

That last sentence was always dripping with sarcasm. I always replied with an emphatic "YES!" because I knew that I would not remember everything I was asked to do - or sometimes that I'd even been asked to do it.