They call me the list-maker – well my close friends do. The reason I’m obsessed with lists (more on my lists later) is because of something I found out by chance.
I have ADD. I found out at 29 when I happened to read the symptoms written on a social media post by a worried mother who’s child was exhibiting them.
I was happy. There was a name for what I had. For what I felt.
I call it ADD and not ADHD because I lack the hyperactive part. I enjoy a predominantly inattentive version of it.
Some of my symptoms include:
- Being easily distracted, missing details, forgetting things, and frequently switching from one activity to another
- Have difficulty focusing on one thing
- Become bored with a task after only a few minutes, unless I am doing something enjoyable
- Have difficulty focusing attention on organizing and completing a task or learning something new
- Blurt out inappropriate comments, show my emotions without restraint, and act without regard for consequences
I like having it. It makes me different from others and also unique.
I’m special and I’m not ashamed.