I received the notification that someone had liked a blog I wrote. Curious is as curious does, so I went to see which one. Then I was confused. So I went further. Reading this, I am guessing that something or someone stirred me up pretty good.
Having dealt with the topic of ADD and ADHD in my family-my son was diagnosed in kindergarten- it doesn’t take a lot to stir me up.
I learned a lot as my son was growing up. I still feel as if I failed him at times even as I tried so hard to not. I read a lot of books, I talked with people, he saw doctors. When all he needed, was a reason to focus. He needed someone who could light the fire of inspiration and desire.
These kids and adults are not broken or damaged. They have a level of intelligence that many would be envious. But so many of the instructors don’t have the time or the real understanding of how to reach and strike that match. Even and maybe especially those who claim to be trained in dealing with ADD / ADHD students.
My son, has no, absolutely no, tolerance for drama (even from me) so public school was his nightmare. Once he escaped he excelled. He got his high school diploma at the local college then earned a degree in automotive mechanics earning dean’s honor roll at the technical college.
I know of other people who were stamped with this ‘diagnoses’ and their school life was miserable, until they escaped and found their light and inspiration.
But here we are, seven years later, and we’re still dealing with the perspective of being purple in a red world.
Words from The Dirt Road 
Someone once said to me, “We’re two hippopotamusessess in a giraffe zoo.” Same meaning as yours.
After everything my son went through, and what I saw other people’s kids go through, I became quite the activist over not being so quick to jump on the drug them quick band wagon. People learned not to bring the topic up with me unless they really wanted my opinion…and I will still offer it to this day actually.
If he couldn’t tolerate drama, it’s no wonder he couldn’t tolerate public school, especially middle school. As a teacher of theater arts I would tell people, “I teach middle school drama. Pardon the redundancy.”
It didn’t help that when he was bullied, the principle always sided against him even when other students stood up for him. Even with all that though, he has become an amazing man, who still has no tolerance for drama.
I like that brick inside a brick montage.
It isn’t one of mine. This was part of a writer’s challenge and fit well here so I used it. I wish I knew where to give credit but I don’t this time.
I understood that from your post. I thought it made quite an interesting statement.
Thank you. After having in the past dealt with so many who pay little attention, I forget there are those who do see and understand those things.