Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Tamera Willigham Craige's avatar

My daughter hit every mark in this essay. She was diagnosed at age 7 with ADHD. I declined medication. She was subsequently diagnosed with sensory processing disorder, which explained a lot! She also has a coordinatuon problem with her eyes which makesb "small work" - reading and math more difficult. She loved math and excelled when she had a teacher she bonded to but shortly after, we were forced down a misguided rabbit hole of hell through our local public school's Special Ed program. (She was super hyperactive and had focus/ attention problems)

I did my best to educate her as she missed almost 4 years of school as we tried and rejected their horrible options as she got tagged as emotionally disturbed. Depression became a huge issue. We finally rented out our house and moved to another district. Boom! One week into the new school they were preparing her move to a program that turned out to be the thing she needed all along. She has improved most emotionally in self esteem and has discovered a love of science. (Another bonding experience with a teacher). She'll be graduating in March. Two years later than normal but with all she missed and Covid closure too, I keep telling her she's done amazingly! She is a very talented artist and has been since early childhood. She paints, draws, makes jewelry and her photography is "exceptional" - quote from a friend who gifted her two Nikon cameras and three lenses after seeing her phone photos.

Never give up! This is a difficult path to walk, though it could be easier with better understanding and articles like this surely can make a difference.

Thank you so much! I subscribed immediately after reading. I can't wait for more!

P S My daughter was adopted at birth so not much family history to go on but I discovered here that there is a term for me too. I am a "piler". 😊🙄😊

Expand full comment
Gail Dalmat's avatar

WOW! I was diagnosed at age 50, it took another couple decades, plus reading your writing, to understand what that meant. It had a profound negative effect on my work years, and school years too. My entire house, at age 74, is a "piling system." I can no more organize my stuff than I can my time, my executive functioning, and more. And the more structure and demands placed on us, the more of us find out the reason is ADHD. Anecdote of my maternal grandmother: The family always made root beer, that they allowed to age in the basement. One year, (a wartime year, for sure), sugar was in short supply. My grandfather, a chemical engineer who worked on developing such things as margarine and corn sweeteners, brought some of the corn sweetener home from work and they used that. Some time later, my grandmother heard the corks popping and the bottles exploding downstairs. She grabbed a broom and a window screen, proceeded to the basement with that creative "shield and sword," and whacked all the other bottles so it would again be safe to go into the basement. Of course, the cellar stank for months! And I have a Mayflower ancestor, John Howland, who not only came across without any support, as an indentured servant, but inexplicably came up on deck during the worst storm and was freaking washed overboard. Another passenger saw him, and because he'd grabbed a rope or gotten tangled in it, the crew was able to haul him back aboard. If that doesn't reek of ADHD, I don't know what does!

Expand full comment
4 more comments...

No posts