Living with #ADHD is a #professor is challenging. You’re always forgetting things, you can’t seem to be organized, and all aspects of your life are dictated by what you actually forget.
Good luck remembering names.
Good luck showing up for meetings on time.
Good luck writing.
Good luck reading.
What do you get evaluated on? What you write, remembering student names, and being in meetings.
Everyone sets standards for you that are impossible to meet.
The scariest moment for me in grade school was reading out loud in class. I could not read. I just couldn’t.
I #hyperfocus on math and programming, but the problem that you don’t know when to stop to ask for help.
Most people think that you are functioning at a high level, but what they don’t realize is you’re constantly forgetting what other people can easily remember.
Car keys? You forget.
Paper work? You forget.
Making that important call? You forget.
Everything takes much longer than what other people have to deal with.
Everyone assumes you are disorganized, you are slighting them for forgetting their spouse’s names, you just never have your act together.
So I found out I had this when I was almost 40, and my doctor and I decided not to do medication because of its side-effects.
I am past the time of my life where I need medication. Or is it? In academia, you are always in school.
I try to manage it through diet, excerise, and sleep.
Except, people don’t realize you have a tendency to overeat and excerise is hard when you are naturally daydreamy, and a symptom of ADHD is lack of sleep.
I also struggle with saying that this is a #disability. It is not.
It is neurodiversity.
The only thing that I can do is to forgive myself.
Give myself grace.
Know that I am different than others.
Whatever you have. Know that you are perfectly amazing who you are.
You don’t need to prove to anyone.
You are ultimately remarkable.