ADHD) — and that her brain was different, that she had little control over some of her actions, and that she lacked a pause button — I also understood that perplexing look she’d given me after she’d done something wrong: She genuinely didn’t know why she couldn’t control herself.
And she hated what she’d done. Worse, she was starting to hate herself because all day long she was told — by me, her teachers, her friends — that she was constantly messing up.
Doing it wrong. Misbehaving.No one wakes up each day hoping to disappoint everyone in his or her life. Scheming for ways to get in trouble.Read more on additudemag.com