The Practical Side of Attention Deficit Disorder That Most People Are Not Aware Of

I visited a site called Maven today that made me realize that I have more to offer this world by exposing the practical side of living with A.D.D. and being raised by a sociopathic mother who tried to kill me when I refused to become like her and the rest of my family. I have tried to write my story so many times but the pain of my memories stops me. Now that I have been in therapy for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder these last four years I am becoming stronger emotionally as the pain becomes less and less each day.

My childhood has left me with nerve damage in my spine from the physical abuse I was subjected too growing up and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from all of the abuse and neglect my own mother is responsible for. I have disconnected my life from hers so from this point on my mother will be referred to as Dianne. I can tell you all kinds of horrifying stories about being Dianne's daughter that could make Steven King look like a romance novelist but Dianne is an attention whore. I have no intention of glorifying the woman who made it her mission in life to destroy me and came dangerously close to succeeding.

My point is this, the psychiatrist that diagnosed my A.D.D. 22 yrs ago,  is one of the top four behavioral specialist in the country. He told me that I would make a better psychiatrist than him because practical beats academic every time. He said that I have knowledge about the physical and emotional affects of abuse and Attention Deficit Disorder that no text book could ever teach him. In other words, I know the whole story and he only knows half of the story. He said that the information I possess is more valuable than the information he can read about Attention Deficit Disorder is a text books because my information is based on the truth and I know all of the facts about living with Attention Deficit Disorder that no doctor or specialist will ever know.

I have seen life from both sides and successfully raised an A.D.D. child without the use of drugs. The doctor who diagnosed me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder informed me that I am a psychiatric phenomenon. She told me that I should be dead, insane or a sociopath like my abusers but instead I am completely sane with an unusually high capacity for empathy and love. Apparently I am one of very few to go through the hell I was subjected too and come out alive with my sanity in tact. My siblings were not so lucky. They were weak and have all identified with their abuser to become the new generation of abuse, dysfunction and sociopathic parents with mental problems. I was fortunate enough to be shown a better way to live when I was eight. This allowed me to break free of the generational bull shit that has and is still plaguing the family I left behind in order to protect my child and change the course of history for my daughter and her future generations.

That being said, I think the most valuable information I have to share is the practical knowledge I possess about growing up with Attention Deficit Disorder. It is my hope that the information I share in this blog will reach enough people with the influence to help me change the world's understanding of who we are. I am hoping that this difficult task of telling my story will enlighten expose the truth about who we really are and help the world understand and accept us so we can stop falling through the cracks and stop being misunderstood abused and misjudged. We are the alcoholics, criminals, suicide victims, sex trade workers, high school drop outs and misfits of the world when we go undiagnosed or misdiagnosed. We are artists, administrators, physicists, bankers, and anything we want to be when we are diagnosed and given the resources we need to learn and thrive on our level rather than being forced to live on a level of understanding that is not comprehensible to us.

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