Personal Narrative: The Diagnosis

I don’t remember all the facts about how I got diagnosed with this...kinda ironic cause that's also what my case of APD does, but oh well. It was there even in my younger years, remembering the alphabet I would always remember what animal it went to instead of what the letter actually was. I would also stay away from crowds and

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder is a set of behaviors that are considered a medical problem. In reality, it isn’t a disorder. It is a fad that somehow got started. There are different things that can be done to stop ADHD.

It is program for the annual Dementia Care Conference According to Alive as she stood on the podium, she said that “the neural pathway I use to try to understand what you are saying, what I am thinking, and what is happening around are gummed up with amyloid. I struggle to find the words I want to say and often hear myself saying the wrong ones.” (p.281) From this text reflected, Alice believed that although she was Alzheimer's disease, but she tried to

In elementary I had terrible handwriting and spelling, I got lectured about it frequently. My dad would say "you should work on your handwriting it 's going to count when you go to jr. high and high school", little did he know that it was the age of the computers and would rarely ever have to a hand write a paper.

Society demands more from a person than it has ever before. Day by day, people move at a lightning pace to keep themselves afloat in a never ending sea of tasks and goals. For individuals with ADD, managing to keep their own personal boat on course is difficult. Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), also known as Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), is a condition where a person may have trouble focusing, sitting still, or performing day to day executive functions. To those affected, everything is interesting and prioritizing objectives become an afterthought. Several kids are placed on medications in order to combat distraction. While there is no known definite cause of ADD, there has been significant increase in people diagnosed

Three years later, I came across the same obstacle, except this time I was much older and felt that this was going to affect me more than the last time. My third-grade teacher, Mrs.Ashworth, told my parents that the reason she wanted to hold me back in third grade was because she thought I needed to work on my reading. I had low scores and poor reading skills, it was more than likely that I would fail the subject. Much like before, I was given the opportunity to improve and recuperate my grade. This time it wasn’t just the support of my parents that pushed me, but the effort I made to demonstrate that it was not necessary for me to stay behind. After practicing and practicing,

Sitting in an old fold-out wooden chair, Brett began to tell me the things that I should expect. He had removed my restraints, and I laid weak and tired on the floor by his feet. The things he told me kept me in awe, and I couldn't believe this was really happening to me. He told me about how I could hear through sound proof walls. And about how the werewolf virus caused an olfactory mutation – the olfactory is the part of your nose that picks up odors and the different aromas or scents traveling through the air.

Growing up, I always had trouble in school. All through my academic career up to high school, my mother would have to hold special meetings with my teachers to arrange for time after school for me to work on assignments with a teacher or be tutored, extended due dates, and opportunities for me to turn work in for half credit in an effort to help me pass. The story from my teachers was always the same – “he is very intelligent, but he just won’t do the work.” At that time, I was seen as a rebellious child/teen. The truth was I had trouble focusing and attending consistently to the various assignments that didn’t interest me. After dropping out of college in 2004, I felt as though I didn’t have many options for my future career. My mother worked for the state of Missouri and spoke with her friend who worked in the Vocational Rehabilitation Department about how I should seek out job opportunities. After telling him my school history, he said, “Maybe he should come in for testing.” No one prior had ever mentioned this idea before. After a day of being tested for various learning disabilities and learning deficits, I found myself diagnosed with the learning disability, ADHD.

Today was the second day of my 6-week placement at Ward 3A-Logan Hospital, I have originally been paired with a demand casual pool RN, however, the said RN is not confident enough to handle me as her student nurse at the time. After the scrum at 7am, and the handover on the 4-bed bay + sides, I politely ask her if I could take one patient as it was one of the instructions of my CF during the orientation on day 1, but I was answered with “I’m not really familiar with the area and I’m from the demand casual pool...” Having sighted my CF at the corridors, I excused myself from the RN and discussed the matter to my CF, and she allowed me to be buddied with a very good EN, informing me that “she is an EN” before letting me to the bay and introducing me to my new buddy EN.

Currently I am trying to get my certification for counseling, needing only a high school diploma and this certification I will be able to start on my path toward my career. First getting the certification will require me to contact the National Board for Certified Counselors. Once I have met their guidelines and receive the certification I will be able start researching careers that accept entry level certified counselors.

I was able to make connections between the clinical and the lectures. I was able to apply the knowledge I learned from lectures and our assigned textbooks, readings, and videos to clinical. Over the course of the semester, I became much more comfortable being on the floor at the psychiatric hospital. I was able to see the symptoms the patient presented with and make connections as to what their diagnosis was. as well as the as well as see the therapeutic effects of the medication they were taking. My clinical provided me with exposure to patients with borderline personality disorder, schizophrenia, major depressive disorder, eating disorders, and bipolar disorder. I was nervous about clinical simply because I didn’t know much about mental

I tried to accept not being able to meet teachers’ expectations that they hold over the other students. Therefore, I was always at the minimum of two grade levels behind every other child from kindergarten to 7th grade. In short, the teachers made a significant effort to improve my reading ability. The teachers of my elementary school pushed me in hopes of making me an average student. Resource classes daily, taking me out of not extremely needed classes, such as typing. Currently, as a high school student, I’m that girl who’s slow, always having to stare at her hands when writing a paper. Subsequently, middle school came around, I was terrified of what opinion people would have if they knew that I was in a separate class with students who

Dropping me off at my first day of kindergarden, my parents had high hopes and expectations of how far my mind could take me. Painting and singing was fun, but when it came to a simple letter, I rubbed my eyes in confusion. Letters and words danced across the page as I hopeless tried to make sense of them. My classmates saw a pattern I did not, and I was left with an insufficient performance that caused experts to believe I would never be able to read above a third grade reading level. My parents took their advice of holding me back a grade and enrolling me in tutoring classes during and after school. I spent months in a regional rehab where I was forced to stumble across words and phrases out loud. Endless books, writing worksheets, and tears