ADD

A.D.D.

Attention Deficit Disorder.

Yes it exists.

Yes I have it.

I use the right side of my brain, responsible for creative thought, reading, writing, analysis, and reasoning, I pick up the small details of a crime scene.

This is opposed to the left side, responsible for logic, organization, math, the big picture, and memorization. 

So I think differently....

I'm not stupid.

I just take a little longer to comprehend certain things... am disorganized..... and hate math.

I don't like those who try to dismiss ADD as non-existent. I have it. It's real.

It is over diagnosed and therefore picks up the negative connotation of being no existent or just an excuse for "boys-being-boys" at a young age and not being able to sit still. 

I am a 17 year-old girl.

I have ADD.

I don't consider it a disorder or deficit.

I consider it a gift. The gift of being able to view the world differently than others can.

The only problem I see are these misconceptions concerning ADD.

I feel obligated to clear up the confusion and display ADD for what it really is so that the kids like me who take medication for it and feel the effects of it everyday can feel confident with them selves and not degraded by those claiming that their aliment is not real.

People who claim to have ADD or any disability really for the purposes of getting increased time on the SAT's and the like ought to be ashamed.

We try as hard as we can. These accommodations are there to level the playing field, so no one has an unfair advantage, an advantage constantly sought after in the hardest year for admissions yet. 

People who get extra time for false-ADD etc. make it harder for those who really need accommodations, just to get close to their potential, to receive them. 

One day, Left-brainers and creative thinkers will lead the world,

but until then...

please don't make things harder for us then they already are...

Please comment.

Me?

As we go through the daily stresses in life, I find we ask ourselves many questions, most often: 

Why me?

Why do I have to deal with this stress/problem/life/decision?

Usually referring to the negative things we deal with.

Who me?

You really believe in me/like me/love me?

Usually referring to the positive things we deal with.

I am starting this Blog for one reason... I feel like it. I feel like sharing. I feel like I have something to share. My life. My insights. How I view the world.

Self-centered? Maybe.

To tell the truth (which I intend to always do), I really don't know why I started this.

But I guess this is intended to be almost an online biography...

Basically, I will post what I want, when I want. 

So who am I?

I am a high school senior. I am privileged and very well off. I have everything I could ever need and could attain much of what I could ever want without much difficulty. Thankfully, I am aware of how fortunate I am to have such a high standard of living and so many opportunities awarded to me. 

For what ever reason I feel the need to share certain aspects of my life with the internet and all who use it, not because I feel special or misunderstood or completely different than everyone else, but perhaps simply as a result of an undying desire to be published. 

In fact, it could be a this united feeling of aloneness and separation from the rest of the world and its inhabitants that links us all. Yes we are all different and perhaps misunderstood.... but we also all feel that we are different. 

(Of course I am generalizing to an absurd degree throughout this and if it does not apply to you then simply ignore it, or don't, I'm certainly not going to tell you what to do.)

Well isn't that a wonderful piece of irony. The very thought that we are different from the person sitting next to us actually connects us all.

I won't sit here and bragging and gossiping. I will simply give you a glimpse into the mind of another person, namely me, to read and enjoy (or not) as you please.

Read.

Enjoy.

Comment.

Or don't.

It's up to you.