General

People have a sort of mental secretary that takes the 99% of irrelevant crap that crosses their mind, and simply deletes it before they become consciously aware of it. As such, their mental workspace is like a clean whiteboard, ready to hold and organize useful information.

ADHD people have no such luxury. Every single thing that comes in the front door gets written directly on the whiteboard in bold, underlined red letters, no matter what it is, and no matter what has to be erased in order for it to fit.

As such, if we're in the middle of some particularly important task, and our eye should happen to light upon a doorknob, for instance, it's like someone burst into the room, clad in pink feathers, heralded by trumpets, screaming HEY LOOK EVERYONE, IT'S A DOORKNOB!

By mikeb, January 15, 2013.

Authored by TheBananaKing, here.

General

When I describe my mental outlook I sound like a poster child for ADHD. I'm impulsive, hyperactive and have problems maintaining attention on the task in hand. When I go anywhere by foot I go as fast as I can, I love to run and move. I only read short stories and the shorter the better, I can't keep too many characters or plot lines in my head at one time. I love to shop in a whim, I get so excited by the new clothes of the season, new colors and fabrics I just can't help myself! I never graduated school, but I found a career that was right for me. I'm a dog trainer and walker!The dogs love my natural exuberance, my energy and enthusiasm every day is a bonus to them. I get them good and tired on nice long hikes and their owners love me.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), November 4, 2013.
General

My legs are on fire and my arms need to move. There's a cupboard and I don't know what's in it. There are beads on the counter. I want to flick them. The fire in my legs is building like the energy in a compressed spring. I want to shout. I need to shout. Mrs Nebesnuik is giving me the evil eye. I could run to the school field. My hands are twitching. Eyes blinking. Mom said sit still in class but I have to go, to go, to go. I hear the clunk of my chair legs, their rocking. The view bobs up and down as my head begins to sway. My watcher leaves her chair but she's too late. I'm off - a force of nature. You can't cork a volcano or squash an earthquake, you can't dam Niagra falls an you can't damn me. "Wheeeeee!" The papers are flying, desks fall, the door bangs the wall as it opens and rebounds on Mrs N. The corridors are a blur, "Wheeeeeee!" Out in the breeze, to the field with my entourage of followers in silly floral frocks and strappy sandals, "Wheeeeee!"

By Angela Abraham (daisy), June 25, 2015.
Family Life

Everything Shannon says goes right in one ear and out the other. Instead of listening to the diatribe of her day I'm looking to see what vital bits of her kit she's lost today. Before she's finished talking to me she darts upstairs, for what I don't know. Her lunch box isn't in her satchel, neither is her calculator or waterbottle. None of things are break-the-bank expensive but constantly replacing these five or ten buck items is killing me. Her door slams and she's racing to the computer, still chatting as she goes, no awareness at all that her "audience" isn't replying...

By Angela Abraham (daisy), October 24, 2015.
General

Two hours after I expected Stacey home she drifts in as if on a cloud, her mind elsewhere. To my barrage of questions she blinks, still lost in whatever daydream is currently dominating her mind. When she finally speaks it comes out in a wild burst, as if "speaking mode" was violently activated. "Oh, Mom, I got lost. I had a map and I read it but nothing made sense. The roads were in the wrong places, you wouldn't believe it. So I walked and walked until things got familiar. Did you hear about the new space probe that just got launched?...."

By Angela Abraham (daisy), October 24, 2015.
General

I feel like a used car with a price sticker, only instead of numbers it just says ADHD and no-one wants a problem car, do they? The counsellor is real sweet, she has toys, good ones. She laughs like she means it and answers my questions, even the ones that make other people angry. Then I'm back in class, back in the foster home, everyone's least favourite biped. "Kyle, finish your work," "Kyle, sit down, "Kyle, be quiet." For once, just for once, I'd love to hear "Kyle, let's go race frogs," or "Kyle, let's jump on a trampoline," or "Who cares about tidy bedrooms? Let's go build a fort in the woods." They never do though. Never.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), October 24, 2015.