According to an article in LA Times, schools may evaluate students for ADHD even if they have high academic marks, and a parent’s request for evaluation cannot be ignored. If a child is diagnosed, the child has a right to specific accomodations, including recorded lectures and extra time on tests. I am certain that I was written off as “lazy,” and “complacent,” because I always tested well, yet I rarely did homework. The margins of my notebooks had line drawings of flowers, people, and elaborate calligraphy. I was labeled “disorganized,” “sloppy,” and “a slob,” by people who were supposed to be my educators.
The comments about my limited organizational skills still engender a bit of self-consciousness, but until today, these kind of remarks could not be treated the way I would have liked. They always felt beyond deprecative. Today, the law says, that teachers can no longer put their students down. According to this article, it’s the student’s right to be elevated:
Do I like the word, “disability?” I’d prefer “superpower,” 🙂 or at least “special ability,” but this is a huge stride! There was a time in my early 20’s when I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay organized like everyone else. I used to feel so inadequate, especially since my limited attention span, distractability and ability to magnetize clutter were recurring obstacles in my interpersonal relationships.
At 25, I sought some guidance from a medical professional who specialized in this area. I had just started a new, exciting position, and I didn’t want to make old mistakes. It was so cool, because after a few months, I noticed an improvement in my ability to concentrate and complete projects. I wasn’t always early for meetings anymore, but I was more prepared. I was able to save some money, find my own apartment and pay bills promptly. I used to quit a job after 2 years, because I didn’t want to finish what I started- but I stayed at that job until I was 32! Furthermore, when I went home at the end of the day, my clothes were in the closet, not the floor!
My early 30’s have been my most creative years. In my current position of employement, we value teamwork and collaboration. We look at how we can help each other, and we look at where we need help. We recognize that I might not be able to find the top of my desk, but my desk is a place where work gets done!
Not every office, school or business is a fun, supportive team like the one I call my extended family. Our world has a ways to grow in the way it accomodates a variety of perspectives, but we are on the way. I still get frustrated about the frequent dissappearance of my keys, and the remote possibility that Jimmy Hoffa could be living under a pile of books in my car. Knitting was a huge help when in my last year as an impatient New Yorker, and it still helps me pass time when I am in the passenger seat or in the back of a meeting.
Now in my 30’s, I have been able to learn more about something that truly is a “special abililty.” I might appear distracted, fidgety or disinterested and I fully respect your perspective. If its bothersome I’ll do my best to correct it. In turn, I hope I can connect others to the awesome glow of God’s glory that radiates in every little thing that catches my highly distractable eye.