In Their Words
My brain is different…and different is good. One adult’s perspective on the ADHD mind.
I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was nine, and I haven’t slowed down since.
My brain is different. It would wear a Hawaiian shirt, bright red pants, and cool, painted shoes to a wedding.
I struggled with some things in school, no matter how hard I tried. Some lectures were so painful, I wanted to rip my skin off and throw it at the window. In senior year of college, though, I asked a professor if I could express my opinions with my paintings. He said yes and, for the first time, I got an A in a class. It never hurts to ask.
Just because you struggle in school doesn’t mean life will be like that. Few jobs are landed based on your ability to divide polynomials. We special brains like to dream big. I’m not going to tell you that your idea of being the next great ice-cream chef is a guaranteed success. But somebody has to be the next great ice-cream chef, and you have as much right to be that chef as anyone else.
As a person with a special brain, I never know where my life is headed next, but I’m sure it will be an adventure.