I remember the two phrases I used to hate hearing was "it's ok to make mistakes" and "there's no such thing as a stupid question." Well if those two events revealed something inferior about yourself, then yeah, making mistakes was horrible and yes there was such a thing as a stupid question.

Looking at my past, I realized that one of the reasons why I hated making mistakes is because I was afarid they would reveal my ADD. Of course back then I had no way of knowing it was ADD. I just knew I didn't want to look stupid.

Here's an example of my 'stupidity.' An orange is round, whole piece of fruit right? Now you cut that orange into diffferent slices, and you still have an orange right? No wrong. An orange and orange slices are two very seperate and different things.

I know it sounds totally nutty, but I couldn't explain to people that my mind saw two very different, albeit similar, looking items.

:( *sigh* Sometimes I remember some very painful things about my past. While it's good to know that there is a name to what I have, the memories still have the ability to make me sad.

For someone who "thinks a little different" normal class rooms can be hell. I know that I am struggling to help my ADD son with his math and he has some of the same thinking patterns that you are describing and some of the same questions. It is hard since I have to be very careful with how I explain things and make sure I try to use the same terminology as the teacher.

The trick is that you have to reward creative thinking and some teachers can do it. Others just roll their eyes and the rest of the class picks up on it. I know I had that problem. I was able to look at a question differently and royally confuse the teacher or frustrate him enough to get mad at me.

I remember the two phrases I used to hate hearing was "it's ok to make mistakes" and "there's no such thing as a stupid question." Well if those two events revealed something inferior about yourself, then yeah, making mistakes was horrible and yes there was such a thing as a stupid question.

Looking at my past, I realized that one of the reasons why I hated making mistakes is because I was afarid they would reveal my ADD. Of course back then I had no way of knowing it was ADD. I just knew I didn't want to look stupid.

Here's an example of my 'stupidity.' An orange is round, whole piece of fruit right? Now you cut that orange into diffferent slices, and you still have an orange right? No wrong. An orange and orange slices are two very seperate and different things.

I know it sounds totally nutty, but I couldn't explain to people that my mind saw two very different, albeit similar, looking items.

:( *sigh* Sometimes I remember some very painful things about my past. While it's good to know that there is a name to what I have, the memories still have the ability to make me sad.
This sounds like a exact image of my self to a par. I always used to tell my self there is no such thing as a stupid question. But you appear to be dumb if you ask them all. Sometimes I feel like there are multiple answers for everything. 2 ways of taking the question, sometimes even alot more than 2. So no doubtly you question yourself. Thus ADD is a Gift in my eyes.

Here's an example of my 'stupidity.' An orange is round, whole piece of fruit right? Now you cut that orange into diffferent slices, and you still have an orange right? No wrong. An orange and orange slices are two very seperate and different things

Geometrically yes you have two different things but if one happens to be allergic to oranges then no they are not two different things. For me I still see an allergen = citric acid.