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Tuesday, February 7, 2012


So tired.... I notice I'm always tired now. I guess that means I'm doing something right. lol

Could someone please explain to me Heraclitus's theory of change? In juxtaposition to Perminedes's(sp?) theory of sameness? No, nevermind, my head might explode.

Anyway, last post. Basically, I was looking up some stuff about ADHD because both I and Josh have it so I figure our kids will as well. Well, I found a bunch of articles describing symptoms and difficulties and even a non-profit organization about ADHD awareness. That's all well and good, but the way it was described made ADHD sound like some terrible, serious, incredibly limiting disease like a severe, mental retardation. And maybe for some people that's how it is, but for me and for all the people I know who have it, it's not, it's just a condition we happen to have--like blue eyes or a high-pitched voice.

So, you know, when I came across this literature that implied to have ADHD was to be abnormal and seriously impaired, I was deeply disturbed. I felt less than human, almost if that makes any sense--like a test subject, something to be studied and kept in captivity and not necessarily respected. That's how the poem came to be.

And anyway, I just want to say something here and now on the chance I'll never get to say it again--I am not my disorder. I am not a statistic or an ongoing study or a member of some sort of sub-human alian race. I am a human being--a damn capable and competent one at that. (Maybe not always capable and competent, but in general, yeah.) And I don't want to be treated as anything less. I don't think anybody does, and I wish all these scientists and doctors and every other patronizing person would understand that.

There's a lot more I could say about being "normal" and what the hell that even means, but I think you get the gist.
ily
~Belinda

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