This kind of crap pisses me off.
Oh my goodness! My precious cheerleader daughter didn't want to do her homework! Her daydreaming was so, so worrisome.
I want some of that.
This is the kind of shit that makes everyone else in the world believe that ADD is a made-up illness.
Step right up! Come see OUR ADD! It will make your head spin.
Our ADD started at 6:30 this morning. We were all awakened by the loud, incessant, not-at-all-in-tune whistling. He says he just likes it. I asked him to stop, he gave me an evil grin and went louder. So now that we are all up, HEY, how much fun might it be to eat everyone's food? Every kid eats three whole boxes of cereal don't they? I have two little ones sobbing at the moment because they NEVER wake up in time to eat THEIR cereal. I am so glad he is happy about it though, I guess he is, he is maniacally laughing when he's not shoving that shit in his mouth. They may have been able to eat the leftover bacon and hash browns if he hadn't smeared that shit with ketchup (the littles hate ketchup), then blew it up in the microwave, and then figured it was some sort of abstract art and left it there for all to see. When I handed him some towels and told him to clean it up, he growled at me like a dog, told me I could burn in hell, and ran upstairs screaming how unfair we all are.
He has refused to take his medications and we are to a point now I cannot force them on him. He is small and weak, but the adrenaline makes him strong and violent and I'd like to keep my ribs intact and my glasses on my face, thank you very much.
According to "the book", this behavior is a direct result of the deficiencies in various parts of his brain. He will subconsciously start conflict to raise his adrenaline levels because the adrenaline evens out those "bad" parts and actually helps him to calm and concentrate and go about his day like the rest of us just do. I get that. I feel for him, I really do. It's just, one day I want him to move away and get a job and this kind of behavior isn't going to fly with the boss. Or a wife. I don't care what he has, he isn't going to sit on his ass and be waited on the rest of his life. You smear ketchup all over the kitchen, it's your responsibility to pick that up.
So thank you Holly Robinson Peete! I am sure you meant well and all, but you have no idea what ADD really is. Your PSA isn't really helping the cause here. If you really want to help, go to one of the many psychiatric facilities and sit in the waiting room and exchange stories with the other shell-shocked adults in there. Listen to the kids fighting and screaming in the back and you may even see an ambulance come to take one away. Look around and notice that you might actually be the only PARENT in the room. Talk to the ones around you and learn the other parents have already relinquished their rights to the grandparents because they just couldn't take it anymore. You will leave with a heavy heart when you see those poor old people, one with a cane, just doing the best they can when they really shouldn't be doing it at all. You will be surprised to know that everyone of those kids are the same as my kid. They take the same medications, they have the same outbursts, they have the same diagnosis: ADD.
And not one of them is daydreaming.
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