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ADHD and Loving It!

By admin 21st Apr 2021 Therapeutic Activities

by C. Nadya Agard

Topsy-turvy, cluttered, muddled.                                                                                                                                                          A sight that instantly elicits feelings of disorientation and perplexity.
These are their rooms. Incessant noise, forgetfulness, seeming to be on another planet.                                                This is the unfailing pattern of their everyday lives.                                                                                                    Outspoken, brutally honest, failing to censure their words.                                                                                                    This is their way of relating to the world,                                                                                                                                        To others.                                                                                                                                                                                                At first, the novelty of their behavior can be frustrating, irritating, and puzzling.
Their impulsive, typically correct answers to questions asked.                                                                                          Answers of which they are unable to articulate their reasoning,                                                                                           How they arrived at them.                                                                                                                                                             You, others, view, these behaviors as being the fruits of confused, cluttered minds.                                                      Little do you realize that in that perceived confusion is order.                                                                                              Only they, only a few can appreciate.                                                                                                                                          They look at you, your facial expression                                                                                                                                     They read your expression, your body language                                                                                                                        And laughingly, they marvel at your complete ignorance,                                                                                                      Your utter lack of understanding and your rigidity.

Over the years you come to realize that within that confused room is order                                                                    Order that only they can thread their way through.                                                                                                                What used to be noise begins to be viewed as creativity.                                                                                                          The incessant tapping of tap shoes as they dance on any uncarpeted surface
A sound that brings an instantaneous smile to your face.
Noise becomes music: instrumental and vocal.                                                                                                                      Music that fills the heart with joy and pleasure                                                                                                                         That gives hope to lost souls, revives them.                                                                                                                             Their impulsive honesty comes to be viewed as pragmatism,
Endearing openness that says only what is true                                                                                                                        That fails to fawn over others, to flatter with disgusting insincerity.                                                                                        As you come to know them, to understand them                                                                                                                        You realize that what to others may be something to be critical of,                                                                                          To be sad about,                                                                                                                                                                                That may cause some to question their own skills and genetic makeup
Wonder whether these children, adolescents, are forms of poetic justice.

To not be cognizant that these individuals are, in fact, blessings.
You realize that these children, adolescents, and adults are special
Blessed with gifts of creativity comparable to that of few others.
You look around your world and suddenly,
Amazingly, your eyes are opened to the fact
That they are not unusual, but are typical of many who are successful.
These children, adolescents, adults who were once viewed as unusual and difficult
Suddenly come to be viewed with pride and admiration.

You’ve always loved them.
Now your heart overflows, is about to burst with that love
Because you have been able to see the positive in what others view as negative.
Even more, you love them for bringing excitement and wonderment into your life.
Wonderment about what the next adventure, the next inquisitive, impulsive act will involve.
You sit on the edge of your seat and wait . . . wait in excited expectancy and suspense.
As you wait, you suddenly, clearly experience an epiphany.
You acknowledge that through it all, they have brought pleasure into your life
Because of being themselves,
But more because you see yourself in them.
You recognize that inquisitive, sometimes thoughtless, and cacophonous behavior.
You recognize it and all the creativity that so often accompanies it.
Recognize it and finally embrace it.

You have ADHD; they have ADHD
You are all loving it!
Loving the freedom of expression that accompanies it,
That it allows you.
Loving the ability to often block out the world around you
To remember only that which is subjectively salient.
Loving your organization among perceived disorganization.
Most of all, loving the desire to create that grabs hold of you at the most inopportune
moments.
To dance, to sing, to write a play, a short story, a libretto to an opera, to compose heart—
tugging music
Ignoring the fact that some of these creations often remain unfinished.
We have ADHD and we’re loving it!

Dedicated to those children, adolescents, and adults who have been diagnosed with
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, as well as to those who remain undiagnosed/untreated
because of fear of societal stigma.