The ugly of ADHD

I’m finally feeling comfortable enough to write about my ADHD. At the ripe age of 54, I was officially diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. Well shit! Finally! I have had this sometimes very debilitating illness since I can remember. I was always bothering my classmates, always out of my seat, always daydreaming. I’m never really focusing. Always incessantly chattering away.

I have always been called odd, different, strange, and weird. I mean, back in the 70s ADHD was not particularly common, so I was summed up as a troublemaker and a disobedient child. So I guess after all these years I…