Personal Narrative: Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder

I was diagnosed with ADHD when I was around ten years old, but I was not informed of this until the end eleventh grade, when I accidentally stumbled upon the information. I have trouble controlling my focus and completing work in a timely manner, particularly with essays and I occasionally have trouble following along during class lessons, especially with math. I have always had high expectations for myself in school, but had difficulty producing work that displayed my mindset. This was frustrating because I spent twice as much time on homework than my classmates, but still found myself behind on assignments. I always completed my homework, however, the late penalties I often received greatly impacted my grades each year. My parents told the

I have faced many different challenges in my life. The most significant and most difficult challenge is living with attention deficit disorder. I was diagnosed with ADD around the time I entered the fourth grade. I always knew I had the potential to do well like all the other kids, but for some reason I just couldn’t. After years of constantly getting distracted at every little thing, getting yelled at for being a distraction to the other children, and struggling to get through class everyday, I was given a little blue pill called Adderall to help me. It was like a light came on in my head. I still got distracted and lost all my energy sometimes, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. Being medicated helped me feel normal, but at the same time made me feel like I was different. As a kid I figured none of the other students had to take a pill to fix their brain like I did. I constantly put myself down

When I was first Diagnosed Bipolar I was ashamed and afraid of what people might think of me. I couldn’t imagine what crazy scenarios people would make up of me that could have led me to my diagnosis. The truth is I had become depressed and manic. I couldn’t sleep, eat and at times I was troubled by my own thoughts. At other times, I slept for day, wouldn’t get out of bed and couldn’t stand myself in the mirror. This didn’t last a day or two this lasted weeks, sometimes months. For months I could go feeling normal, happy, excited and under control and suddenly, BAM it would hit me. It started like a high, I was unstoppable, I could go days without hardly sleeping, I was getting A’s in all my classes, doing homework weeks in advance, becoming

“Don’t you sign at me with that tone young lady!” Edie yelled at me. Of course, I couldn’t hear her because I’m deaf, but her body language made it very clear that she was yelling. I signed back to her with playful motions, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Could you

“SAIL!... Blame it on my ADD!” This line from an alternative rock band’s hit song was what I let define my life for the longest time, or at least with its disorder cousin, ADHD. From the age of 9 I hid behind this disorder as the absolute excuse as to why I couldn't. From a life of dealing with ADHD I learned that I can't do this anymore and that my disorder gave me no excuse to fail or to not succeed at something. That just because something is hard or unfair doesn't give you an excuse not to do it.

One of the most difficult things I have ever Experienced has been My ADHD and when I was younger I had a hard time controlling my bowels. This was the cause of a lot of ridicule throughout my life and had built up a lack of confidence. The Problems were even at home, although my parents were and are very supportive my siblings were not as kind. My older brother had made me feel almost worthless and when my younger brother started to mock me it destroyed me I didn't like feeling like I was lower than my younger brother I wanted to be his role model. There were also problems at school it had effected my school work I wasn't able to perform to the best of my ability which left me feeling dumb and when I had to constantly go to Doctors appointments

Elizabeth agreed on the idea of us babysitting almost all the time. I had learned she had no idea Rodney stayed home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I mean, I see why, he still did get paid for those days, as he would work his ass off whenever he was normal.

I remember while I went to school, my father babysat my toddler son, Jay. One night I came home to a flustered grandpa. "Diane, there is something wrong with Jay. He cried the whole time you were gone. That's not normal." My dad's words about my son hurt me, but I just filed them away in my memory.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder has made a negative impact a strong among the younger population. Those who classify as having ADHD are often seen as being disruptive, distracting during class and unable to pay attention. This behavior will not only impact the child, but as well as the family of

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder According to the National Institute of Mental Health, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or ADHD, is the most commonly diagnosed disorder among children (1). The disorder affects approximately 3-5 percent of children of school age (1), with each classroom in the United States having at least one child with this disorder (1). Despite the frequency of this disease in the United States, there still remains many discrepancies about the disorder itself, starting from the diagnosis and frequent misdiagnosis of ADHD, as well as the question of whether or not ADHD is an actual medical condition, or just a "cultural disease" (3).

By the time I entered the third grade, my parents were divorced and my mom was diagnosed with bipolar, depression and I was diagnosed with ADHD. My mom has always stressed the importance of working for what I wanted. As a kid, I developed a strong passion for technology, which inspired me to come to the University of West Georgia to pursue Computer Science. My first semester here at the University, I found out through Facebook that one of aunts had passed away. I was devastated because I visited her before going off the school and even though she was in the hospital I thought that she was going to be okay. Also, I had already lost two of my other aunts the same year and they had all died three months apart. I didn’t want tell my mom that

Attention-deficit hyperactive disorder is a neuro-behavioral disorder typically seen in children. Over the past several years’ attention-deficit hyperactive disorder seems to be on the rise. Since 2011, eleven percent of children ranging from ages four to seventeen were diagnosed with attention-deficit hyperactive disorder (Children with ADHD et. Al. 2016). Attention-deficit hyperactive disorder is a difficult disorder to diagnosis, but once the disorder is diagnosed there are ways to manage it. There are many different types of treatments that one can do to improve their disorder. A few of which include, short-acting medicine, extended-release medicine, and essential oils.

I recall when I was a mere five years old, when my mother and I were talking about my difficulty in making friends. “I know you are different, but you will find your way,” she told me through a tired smile. Back then, I had no idea how I was different or why it had to be that way. My mind started putting the pieces of the puzzle together in elementary school. I never finished my assignments on time. Not because I didn’t do them, but rather I found myself overwhelmed by each little detail. I remember my frustration as I wrote an essay on Egyptian mummification. All the other students were perhaps on their second or third page of the essay. Meanwhile, I had just crumpled up my third piece of paper to restart my essay. It didn’t do this because my essay itself was bad. Instead, every time I made mistake and crossed it out, the only thing I could focus on was that single pen scribble and how it ruined the rest of my paper. I had to get a new paper and start over, or risk feeling like the world would collapse in on me if it didn’t look

On face value, my life would be described as easy. A loving family, supporting friends, a good head on my shoulders, and a bright future. But under that bright cover, a dark secret loomed. An octopus-like monster wrapped its tentacles around my psyche. Its name: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

“We’re better off without him.” When I overheard those words emanating from my parent's mouth, everything I thought that I had known about my relationship with them vanished in an instant. The anxiety resulting from the multiple competitions they had put me in was now worse than ever; I was going to run away to Stonetown. One day while in the city I saw a poster that called my attention. It contained information regarding a test for gifted children and I decided to give it a shot.