ADHD Poem Reblog
I was nearly moved to tears the other day by a post I read at the Ohmygawd, just do what I say! blog entitled: ADHD, Our Own Personal Hell. It’s difficult to explain to someone who doesn’t have ADHD what the world is like for its sufferers. Imagine standing in front of a wall of televisions while someone stands behind you rapidly changing all the channels.
Now pick a single television to focus on.
I encourage you to not only read the poem below but also to visit this very entertaining blog written by Gingersnaap, a woman with a lot to say.
We are not like the rest,
Yet we desire to do our best.
Not meaning to disappoint or anger,
We want you to love and accept her,
Right where she is at,
But not because of obedience, no, not that.
My brain chemistry is very different,
My Dopamine non-existent.
Please, it’s not our fault,
and it often sends us into a downward catapult.
Is there a Monster under his bed?
No, but there is one is his head,
Telling him he is stupid and bad,
and that he is nothing but a Discipline case to his Dad.
We want to BE like everyone else,
Honest, it’s true.
To be told we are accepted and not a nuisance to you,
And to finish our work or not lose our cool,
But your expectation of perfection?
Well, it is that of a fool.
We need your help to fight the Demons,
both Sub-Conscience and Real,
Yet you throw your hands up and defiantly refuse to deal.
We know what we ‘SHOULD’ do,
The ignorant tell us everyday,
But I beg you to understand,
We do it all very differently, in every single way.
Ours ways are not your ways,
And yours will never be mine.
But we won’t be who YOU need us to be,
Not in any amount of time.
Our souls in constant torment,
We want to make you happy,
Yet God made us this way,
And your arrogance is crappy.
It’s ADHD and only the strong will survive,
It’s NOT because we’re lazy or dreadfully Un-Alive.
Un-Education is your worst enemy,
and will only cause more strife.
I suggest you learn more about us,
So you can have your Utopian life.
God gave this to us,
Who am I to wish for different?
Yet still I ask for more compassion,
In EVERY shape, form and fashion.
Punish us if that makes you feel better,
But I beg you to see,
This human before you,
Is desperately fighting to be free.
I cannot make it go away,
But for you we will foolishly try,
And cause more and more anxiety,
Until all we can say is GoodBye.
– written by Gingersnaap