To prove that I'm not the world's worst listener, I avoid surfing the net and force myself to press the cell phone hard against the ear.
by Jane D.
Today at the writing powwow, the instructor once again makes a jab at me, and asks me if it would help if he wrote me a reminder about getting in the next assignment, as if deadlines didn’t exist in the ADD world. Ever since I’ve exposed myself, I feel all the more vulnerable to his comments. I am more than a student in the class, I am an ADDer. OK, so maybe I’m being a little overly sensitive, but I’m annoyed. I’m not the only one late to class.
Last night, the sister calls in crisis mode; she hates the new job, she hates the coworkers, she hates sitting in the corner. Despite having a shitty day, I feel a need to prove to her that I’m not the worst listener in the world, so I force myself to press the cell phone hard against my ear and listen to every word. I avoid surfing the net as she whines and whines. I try to sound extra sympathetic. ‘I’m sorry,’ ‘that’s terrible,’ and ‘why don’t you see how it goes.’ In the past, she’s complained that I just don’t listen, so I do everything in my ability to prove her wrong.