Personal Narrative-Compulsive Disorder (ADHD)

Mental illness in itself is a problem, however as humans we have not discovered a way to reverse or remove it. Although researchers have been able to establish common patterns in those who are diagnosed with mood disorders, we do not have any objective information at all. Researchers claim that it can be a combination of our genetics and brain chemistry. (MedWeb, 2015) Despite this gray area, we have discovered a way to suppress the symptoms of mental illness, however many of our children are paying for this at a high

According to NAMI, The National Alliance of Mental Illness 1 in 5 adults experience a mental health condition yearly. 1 in 20 people live with a serious mental illness like, schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. Not only does the person who is directly experiencing a mental illness suffer, but the family, and friends are also highly affected. NAMI states that 50% of mental health conditions begin by age 14 and 75% of mental illnesses develop by age 24. Each year, 1 in 5 children from the ages 13-18 experiences a mental illness reported by NAMI. That’s a large amount of our young generation. Three out of four people with a mental illness report that they have experienced stigma, a mark of disgrace that sets a person apart according to the

I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard

Throughout my elementary school days, my teachers regarded me as a trouble maker. Most instructors just assumed that as a young boy, I was naturally energetic and loud. My second grade teacher, however, did not see it that way. She told my mom about her hunch, suggesting that I get tested for ADD. My mother however, thought I was just being an overzealous kid. Yet, the bad reports continued. Many teachers said that I was “too loud, disruptive, hyper, etc.”. Finally, I was diagnosed with ADD in eighth grade.

ADHD Does Not Exist, the words were written in big red letters against a glowing saffron background. The eye-catching colors and intentionally provocative title did their job in evoking my curiosity enough that I picked up the book. It was a Friday afternoon or more importantly the first inaugural afternoon of spring break and the start of a much needed week long break, and here I was pacing slowly up and down the book racks pointer finger trailing over creaking book binders, hunting for something that would peak my interest. As a child I used to devour multiple books in a day, not to brag but I was a bit of a prodigy. Some of my proudest moments to this day are related to the classroom. I still vividly remember the pride I felt after reading

I had always been the quiet kid in school, when I was a young boy I was prescribed with ADHD medication. I was consistently quiet and soft spoken, always keeping my mind on my work. As I grew older kids at school found out about my conditions and I had altercations with them on the playground. After these incidents I became more aware of what the medicine was doing to me and I began to have headaches and feel like a zombie all of the time. I requested to my mother that she would take me off of the pills and she said it was not a good idea. I began to avoid taking them whenever I could, I would take a cup of water and drink it with the pill in my mouth and have it lodged in the side to spit out later after my mother walked away. I began to feel

As an elementary school student, I did not have many friends. I had not been with my classmates since preschool, so I was an outsider from the start. Being so young and ignorant, I did not really see that I was bullied, disliked, and unwanted, however, as I became more mature I realized that these people I would spend 8 years of my life with looked for anything to nitpick, from my rupunzelesque hair to my love for drawing. Come middle school, I finally and completely understood the animosity, and still sat alone at lunch, worked alone in class, replied with silence to their words, and when I was even assaulted I did nothing more but shrug it off and try to ignore it. However, when I would come home in the evenings I would retreat to my bedroom where it would all hit me at once. The anguish led to rivers of tears, insomnia, low grades, a refusal to leave my home, and eventually even suicidal tendencies. My drawings became graphic, about suicide, loneliness, and the anger I felt. The school believed I had ADHD, my parents believed it was just a phase, but they were blinded by their own problems at the workplace.

“Rachel has trouble focusing in the classroom and staying awake” is a sentence that has been plastered on my school report cards since I was 7, and it clearly addresses concern about both of my disorders. Narcolepsy and ADHD.

Children with mentally ill parents often have a mental illness of their own. Typically when the term “mental illness” is used, many people believe it to be schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder, or severe bipolar disorder; a mental illness can be depression or something as simple as anxiety. Children who have ill parents, especially if they are in and out of psychiatric hospitals, “find it difficult to cope because they do not have the maturity and coping tools to deal with certain complex situations.” (Byrne). An unstable relationship between child and parent(s) can lead to many issues with the child, such as high anxiety levels. Children with high anxiety levels often “find it difficult to concentrate on a task or school work due to their anxiety.”

I didn’t want to leave her feeling unfulfilled for giving me such a savory visual treat, so I lowered my mouth down to her left boob and took her hard nipple into my warm and wet mouth. Her boob was warm and soft as I ran my tongue all over her nipple as I sucked passionately on it. Lara had to have been enjoying it because I felt her hands pushing on the back of my head in an effort to keep my mouth to keep teasing and pleasing her.

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

According to National Alliance on Mental Health (2016), recent findings have concluded that 1 in 5 adults have experience with a mental disorder in a given year. Children that are associated with these individuals can have different outcomes of life as compared to families without said individuals. These outcomes don 't necessarily have to be positive or negative, but they do become a substructure of who you are. As a child of a parental figure who continuously suffers with manic depressive disorder, I 've always wondered how or why this psychiatric disorder has had a direct impact on my way of life. The children that deserve an explanation, whether it can help them or not, is what makes this question so significant.

Mental health is an invisible but critical component of healthcare in the USA. Studies have found that untreated mental health issues can lead to worse psychiatric outcomes in issues such as psychosis, bipolar disorder, anxiety disorders and major depressive disorders (MDD) (Clement et al., 2014). These worsened outcomes could involve decreased quality of life, impacted social support, and suicide. A major facet in the lack of treatment for mental health issues is the stigma associated with seeking help. To contribute toward the eradication of this stigma, we hope that more discussion about mental health issues could promote more help seeking. Thus, our paper aims to not only explore the science and psychology of developmental psychopathology,

Growing up, I experienced a wide variety of mental illnesses within my family. In my younger years, I always wondered why my family had so many issues different from most families (or so I thought). As I have gotten older, had my own experiences, had friends with mental illnesses and learned more about the brain in my General Psychology class; it actually began to amaze me more people do not experience mental illness because of how complex the brain is. I attribute my curiosity in Psychology to my own experiences with mental illness and with the experience of my family members and friends.

The worst thing that could ever happen to my brothers and me when we were young, was for my dad to be mad at us. He never just got mad for one day, and he would go on completely ignoring us. When my father was mad at anyone of us, he would not only ignore that individual but purposely show more affection to the others. When we woke up, we had to say “Good morning” to my father, and if he did not respond, we knew what kind of day it was going to be. I never realized how much of an influence my father could have on us.