Love A.D.D.erall
At 21 they diagnosed me with AD/HD & gave me smart pills. My grades shot up & my future brightened & some said I was better. But I am numb inside of this drug. People I love become distant strangers sometimes, so proud of me for victories I didn’t earn. How do I tell them I am not what I do or have done. I’ll never be happy on this drug, but I’ll never be successful without it. If only I could Love Adderall.Archive for June, 2007
AD/HD is Hereditary
75% of all AD/HD cases are hereditary.
My father, like many people his age, never suspected having AD/HD until he had a child (me) who was diagnosed with it. He was in his fifties by the time they finally put him on Adderall.
I suspect his tardy diagnosis left him wrestling with the same questions I ask myself: “What could I have become if I’d known sooner what I know now about my brain?”
