maverick_princess
04-06-03, 09:53 PM
I am about to spill my guts to total strangers, so here goes.
My name is Danielle. I'm 25. And I have AD/HD. There. I said it.
I was diagnosed with AD/HD at four, and also mis-diagnosed as autistic. I didn't get the correct Dx, Aspergers/ADHD, until a year and a half ago. When I was a child I was prescribed Ritalin, which my mother never gave to me. I still have a full bottle of pills somewhere in the house from when I was four!
My childhood was miserable, totally miserable. My adolescence was worse. I was teased constantly by classmates. And my school didn't do anything to fix the problem. Luckily I did graduate from high school.
I think I would consider myself reasonably bright. I made good grades, graduated in the top 15% of my class in high school, went to college for two and a half years before leaving midway thru my junior year (may sound stupid, but please let me explain). My mother became very sick, and she and I are very close. On top of that, my financial aid ran out. And another reason -- probably the main one -- was that I got bored.
Yes, how could I get bored with college? No one's supposed to get bored in college, right? Well I did.
All I wanted to do was write. I was writing in my classes, writing on the backs of notebooks, on paper napkins in the cafeteria, in the margins of my major texts. I spent more time in the campus computer labs than I did in class. So I did, and got done with a novel, and have three more probably swimming in my head that I'll never finish cause I have several other things I'm doing right now. I'm currently unemployed, but looking for work, and may return to school as soon as my financial situation straightens out.
In any event, I'm glad I found these forums -- where I can talk to people in situations like mine, who continue to have difficulties coping with their lives.
My name is Danielle. I'm 25. And I have AD/HD. There. I said it.
I was diagnosed with AD/HD at four, and also mis-diagnosed as autistic. I didn't get the correct Dx, Aspergers/ADHD, until a year and a half ago. When I was a child I was prescribed Ritalin, which my mother never gave to me. I still have a full bottle of pills somewhere in the house from when I was four!
My childhood was miserable, totally miserable. My adolescence was worse. I was teased constantly by classmates. And my school didn't do anything to fix the problem. Luckily I did graduate from high school.
I think I would consider myself reasonably bright. I made good grades, graduated in the top 15% of my class in high school, went to college for two and a half years before leaving midway thru my junior year (may sound stupid, but please let me explain). My mother became very sick, and she and I are very close. On top of that, my financial aid ran out. And another reason -- probably the main one -- was that I got bored.
Yes, how could I get bored with college? No one's supposed to get bored in college, right? Well I did.
All I wanted to do was write. I was writing in my classes, writing on the backs of notebooks, on paper napkins in the cafeteria, in the margins of my major texts. I spent more time in the campus computer labs than I did in class. So I did, and got done with a novel, and have three more probably swimming in my head that I'll never finish cause I have several other things I'm doing right now. I'm currently unemployed, but looking for work, and may return to school as soon as my financial situation straightens out.
In any event, I'm glad I found these forums -- where I can talk to people in situations like mine, who continue to have difficulties coping with their lives.