In hindsight, I always knew I was different. As a child, I remember skipping through the hallways because walking just seemed so boring, getting so immersed in books that I’d lose all awareness of my surroundings, and never understanding why everyone else said they needed quiet to focus when I worked so much better with music playing or while carrying on a conversation.
It wasn’t until this past February, at 21 years old, when I finally realized that each of these traits and more were actually due to my recently diagnosed attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).
As a psychology major and aspiring therapist, I threw myself into psychoeducation the moment I received the diagnosis. I felt so validated as I made one connection afterRead more on themighty.com