I have a child with ADHD. Her chaos is my chaos. Her distraction is my distraction.
by Kay Marner
Those are the facts. Now here are the feelings.
I can sum up the last five years of my life in one word. You think I’m going to say LOVE, don’t you? WRONG!
Of course, I love Natalie like crazy. But the overriding feeling, my constant state of being, is OVERWHELMED!
Picture me: Shoving piles of garbage and toys out of the way with my feet so I can walk into Natalie's room to put her to bed.
Here I am: Opening a disconnect notice from the electric company a month after it arrived in the mail. We can afford to pay our bills. We just can’t find them!
Tax Preparer at H & R Block: “Are we ready?”
Me: “No!”
Tax Preparer: “Then why are we here?”
Me: “Because it’s April 14th!”
I don't have ADHD. I have 30-plus years of always arriving at least 5 minutes early to prove it. I have a child with ADHD. Her chaos is my chaos. Her distraction is my distraction.
Welcome to my life!