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What ADHD Feels Like and Why I was a Ticking Bomb
A letter to those who do not understand.
Crawling along the surface of my skin consuming and spitting out the world around me. Ripping the world apart into cryptic information then sending streams of data into my cells. Painful stimuli hooking into my flesh, feeding my brainstem with an overload of information I am living a life on hyperdrive my mind and body exists in a trance.
I have outright, by the book, no if ands or buts — Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
Nothing I can do about it. So I will do my best to explain what goes on in my brain, so those of you who are interested can have a better understanding.
can be both exhilarating and enthralling, yet disabling and self-sabotaging all at the same time.
The moment I learned that I was different my life transformed in front of my eyes. I had to live with my disability. Learning was difficult, not because I was stupid or unable. The process of learning was *the* existential culprit of my inadequacy. The issue was the stimulation, restlessness, sitting, and the inattention. Basically I was a living time bomb, programmed to explode. So by placing this *time bomb* in a classroom well, its bound to initiate a painstaking — caustic — KAABOOM!
