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Maggie Jon's avatar

I would love to see one study which checks people with ADHD living their life as it is and taking medication, against people with ADHD living a mostly healthy life.

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Vince Higgins OTW's avatar

I was diagnosed at the age of ten.

" Choosing whether or not to medicate is one of the hardest decisions a parent can face."

This was in 1965. I was never medicated. My mother disputed the diagnosis. I was never told. I remember overhearing conversations long ago that helped me piece it together. I overheard my mother saying "my kid's not hyperactive." Also, "I tried those diet pills and they made me feel jittery."

I performed miserably in school, in spite of overhearing my aunt saying to my mother "He has an IQ of 140?" I remember my mother shushing her.

The school system that tested me, and recommended medication, was not the one my family relocated to when I was fourteen. A week before starting the eighth grade at the new school I went on a field trip with several other students. I would soon find that we were a group of gifted students and were being 'auditioned' for a program that was going to be featured for the inaugural Earth Day in 1970.

We were driven to a park/nature reserve and given paper and colored pencils. All of the other kids drew ducks, or plants. I drew a topo map of the hilly park. It included the parking lot, the road, and a portion of a nearby interstate.

When the special group was announced I was the only student from the trip who was not in it. I had failed The Duck Test.

In hindsight I realized that the teachers involved were following the environmentalism trend. What I learned about them later suggests they were more motivated by career advancement than by environmentalism. I would become friends with some of the other kids and know that at least one of them is now MAGA.

Ironically I became a far more committed environmentalist than some of the others, and at least one of the faculty advisors.

The next year I failed freshman algebra because the teacher allowed me to be bullied in class (he had a rigid seating chart and refused to alter it. I nearly did not graduate, in spite of testing at the 90th percentile for reading and comprehension.

It took me twenty years to get an engineering degree from a state university.

I am now retired from a career that involved about forty different jobs. I put myself through college working in in manufacturing, becoming a highly skilled machinist. Some of the early job transitions involved getting poached by other companies offering better pay. Others were due to economic downturns. (In one of those cases the foreman told me he would rather lay off another, but company seniority policy tied his hands. I could have thrown the other guy under the bus by reporting his drinking on the job, but I had a misplaced spasm of conscience.)

In one case I walked off a very lucrative job after the owner of the company revealed himself to be a virulent white supremacist. Another time I was fired for complaining about company fraud. There were cases when I was undermined by jealous coworkers who used my inattentiveness to set me up. There were ruined products I was blamed for. I lost maybe one or two from actually screwing up performance wise.

Somewhere along there I developed a drinking problem. I have had spasms of suicidal ideation. I never married until I was fifty. Undiagnosed autism may be a factor there. I took one self assessment that indicated I was borderline.

The arc of my career has left me with PTSD. I am so glad it's over.

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