ADHD: Can a Good Sense of Humor Be a Powerful Tool?
Can telling a joke be useful to blunt people’s judgement?
People react to an ADHD diagnosis in a wide variety of ways. Kathy tells the story of learning to use humor to blunt people’s judgement of her:
Kathy on the Internet writes:
I didn’t learn that I had ADHD until I was twenty-four, about two years ago. Prior to that time, I’d always figured that my problem was that I was blonde. You know all those jokes they tell about blondes? That’s me.
I’m forgetful, distractible, impulsive (I used to be a pushover on first dates, unfortunately), impatient, and always interrupting people. After being told for so many years that I was just a typical blonde, I’d come to believe it, that there was something genetic or whatever about blondes. I’d always be relegated to the dumb blonde jobs, and viewed as a dumb blonde by men.
When I learned about ADHD, I realized that my problem wasn’t about being blonde, it was about having ADHD. I’m a Hunter, as you describe in your books, and, looking back, I see that I come from a long line of them. My mother and father, my mom’s parents, my brother, at least two of my cousins — you get the picture.
So at first, when I learned about my ADHD, I really struggled with trying to become a different and more normal person. I took Ritalin for a little over a year, and it helped me in college but I didn’t like how it would make me feel a bit jittery and then I’d crash, craving sweets by the end of the day like there was no tomorrow. And when I didn’t take the Ritalin, I was more distractible.
I think, though, that two things have really helped me the most. The first is understanding what ADHD is and how it affects me. I now know what my challenges are, and I’m working on them one at a time. I have my impulsivity under control, now, for example, to a very large extent. And I’ve learned other coping strategies. That year on Ritalin taught me a lot about what I was capable of.
But the second thing, and, I think probably the most important, is something I learned from my days as a dumb blonde. (I have an IQ of 147, by the way.)
Back in high school, whenever I’d space out or lose something like my car keys or forget my homework, my friends or teachers would make jokes about my being a typical blonde. I learned very early on, probably around the 7th grade, that if I got upset about those jokes, they’d just make more of them.
On the other hand, if I made jokes about myself, and went along with their jokes, they were more willing to forgive me my foibles. Making jokes about myself allowed me to just be me, knowing that I wasn’t quite like everybody else, but not sobbing about it or playing the part of the victim.
I’ve applied this now to ADHD. My friends who know about my ADHD now hear me make jokes about my ADHD, instead of my being blonde. With others who don’t know what ADHD is, when I forget something or am late or whatever (and, really, it’s happening less and less), I revert back to my blonde jokes.
A good sense of humor is a powerful tool. It helps me keep my self-esteem intact, and deflects upset or anger on the part of others. I highly recommend it as an ADHD success technique.
It is unfortunate that we have to make jokes like this, in order to be accepted by other people. But yes, humor does help. For me personally it's also just a way to keep things lighter for myself. Life can feel quite 'heavy', and humor can help me to put things in perspective.
Perhaps an indication of ADHD in others is whether or not they get my jokes. I gravitate toward satire. This is an example.
It may seem like some are afraid to say a name, like Voldemort, or Trump. I am not afraid of anything supernatural happening to me for saying the name Voldemort. Neither was Harry Potter.
As far as supernatural evil befalling me for saying the name Trump? He only wishes he was that powerful. There is legitimate reason to fear corporeal threats from those who follow him dogmatically for using his name in an offensive way. In that way he IS like Voldemort.
In the fictional Harry Potter universe there was legitimate reason to fear the supernatural. Harry didn’t care. He was destined to face Voldemort.
I have no fear either. I am old and lucky to be alive. I’ve been given the lives of a cat. I am no Harry Potter, but in the brewing storm my wand (pen) is at the ready.