Bryanh30
01-10-08, 06:09 AM
I received an email telling me that positive thinking for ADDers (people with ADD ADHD) does not work and we cannot change because our habits are hard wired within our brains and therefore we have no choice but be the way we are. This person went on to say because I am so positive and seemingly cheery that I must have no clue what it is like to suffer as an ADD ADHD child or adult.
Needless to say, I was shocked by the email and took offense to it! The nerve to say something like that to me… I admit that I was upset and deleted the email immediately without giving it the satisfaction of a reply. Maybe I should have replied, but that’s probably what the person wanted me to do. So I am happy I did not engage in that manner.
Many of you probably feel the way I do and would probably tell me I have no need to validate my positive attitude to anyone, but when I think on it, there are probably other such people as the email writer who believe in what he wrote.
First of all I believe ADDers can find ways to cope and overcome many of our innate habits. I truly do. I won’t say that it is easy, but I sincerely believe it is possible and I will spread that message to every ADDer in the world if I can! I have written about choices and that we can make choices, we are not simply victims without choice who dangle about on puppet strings of the ADD ADHD mind. Positive thinking is possible, even when we have suffered the worst of circumstances.
My Memoir is about One Boy’s Struggles for a reason and I will share with you a bit about a story I wrote about within those pages to know better where I am coming from.
I was a very distracted child, I paid attention to friends off and on and sometimes I ignored them for extended periods of time. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to my friends and I lost a lot of them because I hurt their feelings and seemed to not care about them, but I did care about them. I regret losing the friends I had because I was ostensibly irresponsible.
I was finally diagnosed with ADD at the age of 37, only a couple years ago. I have had problems keeping friends all of my life and I work to improve that and I feel fortunate to have some very good friends who care about me and stay in touch even when I might be distracted. Not all friends are like that and not all friends are what they seem.
Back in the early 90’s and in my early twenties, I was downtown with my girlfriend and another friend. The friend who was with us I considered to be a good friend of mine. I did not yet realize at that time that I wasn’t such a good friend and didn’t stay in touch as expected. That day this friend confronted me and asked why I disregarded him and others as if they were nobodies and I was someone better or something. He was visibly upset.
I did not see the punch coming, it hit me across the face harder than anything I had ever felt and when I hit the ground I went into a fit of shakes. Before I even realize what had happened the ‘friend’ had started kicking me as hard as he could, blood spurted from my mouth and for too long I felt like I could not breathe. I tried to get away and as I moved I was kicked into a deep ditch that was dug for construction. I didn’t even feel it when I hit the bottom. Going into the ditch and the police arriving soon after is the only reason I am alive today. The end of my life had been that close, so very close. One of my legs was broken, every part of my body hurt terribly and blood seemed to be coming from everywhere. I didn’t even recognize myself when I looked into the mirror a couple days later.
I don’t know what it is like?
In the 5th grade my teacher was so upset with me for my ADD behavior that during a class party I was made to stand in the corner the entire time while the rest of the class ate cake and laughed. Thankfully my mother had me removed from that teacher’s class for good!
I don’t know what it is like? There is so much more, but…
Back when I was beat within an inch of my life my parents took me in and helped me return to good health. It took months and during that time, where I had been working I was on sick leave. I didn’t tell my co-workers why I was out or sick, but because I felt it was my fault and was humiliated and just couldn’t bear to be seen the way I was I never told what had happened and didn’t go back until the bruises had faded away. Some believed that I had faked my illness to get out of work. It took me years to return to good health from that beating and I had a lot of Doctors appointments, not to mention visits to court which prosecuted the person who had been my friend.
So imagine how embarrassed and humiliated I must have been to keep such a thing a closely guarded secret and now I have written about it openly for the world to read. I think I have changed a little. And about ten years after the incident with this ‘friend’ he came to see me. Yes, I was nervous when I saw him and wanted to go the other way, but I didn’t. I walked towards him and I could see that he was apparently sad, with his head down low and shoulders hunched. He had come to apologize to me and his sincerity made me believe that he was truly sorry. I accepted his apology. It might be hard to understand why I accepted his apology, but within me I felt it was the right thing to do and move on and work to be a better person, my friend obviously had.
People change and can become better with ADD or ADHD or without.
By the way, the girlfriend I had been with that day got on a bus and left me there just after the fighting started. She was not the one who called the police. I am glad I have not been put into the position of accepting her apology… yet…
~Bryan
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Needless to say, I was shocked by the email and took offense to it! The nerve to say something like that to me… I admit that I was upset and deleted the email immediately without giving it the satisfaction of a reply. Maybe I should have replied, but that’s probably what the person wanted me to do. So I am happy I did not engage in that manner.
Many of you probably feel the way I do and would probably tell me I have no need to validate my positive attitude to anyone, but when I think on it, there are probably other such people as the email writer who believe in what he wrote.
First of all I believe ADDers can find ways to cope and overcome many of our innate habits. I truly do. I won’t say that it is easy, but I sincerely believe it is possible and I will spread that message to every ADDer in the world if I can! I have written about choices and that we can make choices, we are not simply victims without choice who dangle about on puppet strings of the ADD ADHD mind. Positive thinking is possible, even when we have suffered the worst of circumstances.
My Memoir is about One Boy’s Struggles for a reason and I will share with you a bit about a story I wrote about within those pages to know better where I am coming from.
I was a very distracted child, I paid attention to friends off and on and sometimes I ignored them for extended periods of time. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to my friends and I lost a lot of them because I hurt their feelings and seemed to not care about them, but I did care about them. I regret losing the friends I had because I was ostensibly irresponsible.
I was finally diagnosed with ADD at the age of 37, only a couple years ago. I have had problems keeping friends all of my life and I work to improve that and I feel fortunate to have some very good friends who care about me and stay in touch even when I might be distracted. Not all friends are like that and not all friends are what they seem.
Back in the early 90’s and in my early twenties, I was downtown with my girlfriend and another friend. The friend who was with us I considered to be a good friend of mine. I did not yet realize at that time that I wasn’t such a good friend and didn’t stay in touch as expected. That day this friend confronted me and asked why I disregarded him and others as if they were nobodies and I was someone better or something. He was visibly upset.
I did not see the punch coming, it hit me across the face harder than anything I had ever felt and when I hit the ground I went into a fit of shakes. Before I even realize what had happened the ‘friend’ had started kicking me as hard as he could, blood spurted from my mouth and for too long I felt like I could not breathe. I tried to get away and as I moved I was kicked into a deep ditch that was dug for construction. I didn’t even feel it when I hit the bottom. Going into the ditch and the police arriving soon after is the only reason I am alive today. The end of my life had been that close, so very close. One of my legs was broken, every part of my body hurt terribly and blood seemed to be coming from everywhere. I didn’t even recognize myself when I looked into the mirror a couple days later.
I don’t know what it is like?
In the 5th grade my teacher was so upset with me for my ADD behavior that during a class party I was made to stand in the corner the entire time while the rest of the class ate cake and laughed. Thankfully my mother had me removed from that teacher’s class for good!
I don’t know what it is like? There is so much more, but…
Back when I was beat within an inch of my life my parents took me in and helped me return to good health. It took months and during that time, where I had been working I was on sick leave. I didn’t tell my co-workers why I was out or sick, but because I felt it was my fault and was humiliated and just couldn’t bear to be seen the way I was I never told what had happened and didn’t go back until the bruises had faded away. Some believed that I had faked my illness to get out of work. It took me years to return to good health from that beating and I had a lot of Doctors appointments, not to mention visits to court which prosecuted the person who had been my friend.
So imagine how embarrassed and humiliated I must have been to keep such a thing a closely guarded secret and now I have written about it openly for the world to read. I think I have changed a little. And about ten years after the incident with this ‘friend’ he came to see me. Yes, I was nervous when I saw him and wanted to go the other way, but I didn’t. I walked towards him and I could see that he was apparently sad, with his head down low and shoulders hunched. He had come to apologize to me and his sincerity made me believe that he was truly sorry. I accepted his apology. It might be hard to understand why I accepted his apology, but within me I felt it was the right thing to do and move on and work to be a better person, my friend obviously had.
People change and can become better with ADD or ADHD or without.
By the way, the girlfriend I had been with that day got on a bus and left me there just after the fighting started. She was not the one who called the police. I am glad I have not been put into the position of accepting her apology… yet…
~Bryan
You can visit me at my Blog and leave comments of support if you like. Thank you...