Personal Narrative: My Mom With ADHD

She did not live long after she get out the hospital and one of my uncles get married and move away from home to live with his wife. My aunt and her son migrated to another Caribbean country which she ends up die a few years later also by cancer. In this case, at age ten I was living with one of my uncle and grandfathers. Growing with two male figures in my life was not fun because they would have to be at work and I would have to stay at home all by myself but they will always ensure the house have enough food for me to eat and my grandfather did not let me miss a dad from school. My granddad motivates me in every way he can he would randomly say "Sam hold up your head and keep focus in school we are from a poor family", numerous of times he would remind me he's very sick with diabetes and he would love to see that I'm successful before God take the breath away from him. I want to become a crime scene investigator or a divorce lawyer to contribute back to my grandfather and also let him live to see my

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

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

When I was a sophomore my mother was diagnosed with cancer and as a result, I have spent most of my college career dealing emotional with the result. She is free of disease as of right now but it was a long and tumultuous journey to get there. I practically spent 2 years without a mother because she was so sick and I had to take her role. I organized family events, cooked them meals when I could, did their shopping all while going to school three hours away and having constant fear that my mother and the love of my life was going to die. That is only my personal struggle with it, not even taking into account her trauma or my fathers or brothers. It almost seems selfish to reflect on this because it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I went through stages where I was horrified and so scared and then I was angry and selfish. I wanted my mother back, I wanted her to make me dinner when I came home from college and send me care packages again. I wanted her to go shopping every weekend like she used to and spend money on things that weren’t hospital bills. I wanted to call her and hear something other than how she couldn’t get chemotherapy that week because she was so weak and was rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was tired of talking to people about it and people asking if I was okay. I felt like a broken record, “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, school is

When I was 10 years old,my sister Jenelle died of brain cancer at 23 years old. I wanted to have a relationship with her and I knew that we could have had an amazing one. I wanted to grow older with her and my younger sister,as the group of friends that we all were. I have been diagnosed with depression at the start of highschool,and I was always deep down depressed not only with her passing,but with all the bullying that I had to face. Ever since I found a group of friends,I have been able to cope with my feelings and I have been successful. College was a hard transition for me managing all the time for myself and balancing the classes. Thankfully I have been doing alright,and I want to keep going so I can make my family proud.Lastly,instead of being a handful I feel like I can be

A few months into the school year I got some news from my parents that referred to my grandmother. She had an accident in her home that put her in critical condition. At this point my father rose to the occasion and began to watch after my grandmother, his mom. Taking care of my grandmother was not an easy task. She was constantly being moved in-between nursing homes and hospitals. She continuously had unstable vitamin levels and her body and was just in very poor physical condition. My father held on though, he was always by her side making sure she was okay. While my grandmother won’t ever fully recover, she is doing much better. It’s because of my father that she’s still alive today. I lost more of my innocence through all this but at the same time I learned that when things get bad, family takes care of one

Being a child with ADD I found school to be very challenging even at an early age. My first year of high school was a big leap from elementary and middle school. It was very hard for me to get use to the tests and work that were given to me. During that time I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do and that made it very difficult for me to really want to do well in school. Once freshmen year past I went on a trip to Europe which changed everything for me after that I knew I wanted to do something with international travel. I heard about a family friend who was involved in international business and how he got to travel everywhere and at that moment he was living in Brazil. To me that was everything and I had found my goal. I started to do better

Being diagnosed with attention deficit disorder has been a major obstacle and inspiration for me. I was diagnosed with attention deficit disorder when I was in first grade; from that time through high school I received services and medication to alleviate its effects. The day I entered college as a first year student I stopped taking that medication and I have never used the services offered at the Office of Students with Disabilities. My goal was to succeed in college on my own. My experiences with my disability have influenced to become a teacher.

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

Salt water droplets tickling my cheeks as they make their way down to my empty heart. I always knew something was off about me, but I didn’t know exactly what it was. That is until fourth grade when I found out that I had been diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, ADHD for short. At first I didn’t want to accept that I had something wrong with me, even though it’s always been there. I would read a short passage fluently, but as soon as one of my teachers asked me what I just read, I totally forgot. You hear people being diagnosed with ADHD every year, and you may not think that it's a big deal, but when a disorder like this affects the way you learn and comprehend things, it turns into one.

This last year has been a rough one for me, mentally and physically. The beginning of the school year I was dealing with some medical issues, which were preventing me from attending my classes. It’s a gastral and thyroid problem that causes me to vomit frequently. I have been having this problem for the last year or so, but it had been progressively getting more intrusive. I'd wake up every morning either light headed or nauseous. Some days I would power through it and go to classes; others I could barely pull myself out of bed. I have a very independent personality, so I didn’t go to the doctor until it got significantly worse. I have attached a copy of my discharge papers from the hospital. My health is still an issue I am dealing with, but I am taking medication and have a health plan in place with my doctor. So far I have yet to experience the vomiting that was once a daily occurrence.

Every second of the day an image of my parents appears in my mind convincing me to push harder and work stronger. I initially came from a school where the expectations were low, coming to class and paying attention was all that had to be done to get a perfect score on any test. In 2007 my lifestyle changed. I transitioned into a school with brilliant minds and wealthy families. I would occasionally think to myself, "How in the world can I be at the top when there are so many people intellectually and financially ahead of me?" One night my dad was on the verge of a cardiac arrest and all I could hear was the sharp pain that stabbed out through his throat, producing an unbearably horrific sound. It was a moment of shock. The doctor stated that he was working too arduously and a 14 hour work day was not "ideal". I knew at that I had to work persistently in order to make him and my mother proud. Yet, I also promised my parents that I would not allow my financial situation to act as a barrier towards pursuing a higher

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

“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.

This was a big impact on my life because my uncle was like my dad and was a big part of my life, he raised me like one of his own and that's something I will always be thankful for. He was an amazing, humble, and smart person. When he passed away, nobody in my family really wanted to tell me because they knew how hard it would be to me. When I found out I fell off with my school I wouldn't go, I just wanted to be alone. My grades dropped significantly I was in danger of not graduating on time or even graduating at all. My mom and my older brothers talked to me and told me my uncle wouldn't want me to be failing or doing badly in life. I had to get myself together and went to the counselor for help to do whatever I can to pass. I was able