It's ADHD awareness month and story-telling is our challenge, so I'm going to tell an important part of my story with ADHD.
I went to private school and there wasn't really any #SpecialEducation . There was, however, the "Resource Room" where some kids with disabilities could get extra help. In high school, I was one of those kids. I would spend a portion of my study hall getting organizational help from the Resource Teacher.
This was humiliating for me. If I could go back and tell my younger self one thing, it would be that getting help is nothing to be ashamed of. That being different is nothing to be ashamed of. But back then I was a proud teenager. Being different and needing help seemed like the worst two things in the world to me at that time.
I would lie to people about why I was late to my study hall. I didn't even tell my closest friends I went to the Resource Room.
Until one day I saw my best friend in the hall and she questioned why I was going the direction I was, given my study hall was the other way.
I couldn't lie to her. I couldn't lie to my best friend. So I told her I was going to see the resource teacher.
I immediately jumped to my own defense, thinking she would look down on me.
"Everyone needs help sometimes!" I caught myself blurting out.
To my surprise (and relief) my friend agreed and said she was glad I was getting support.
If I had been thinking, I would have known she would have been supportive. She always was. But my doubts weren't about her. They were about me. I saw myself as less than, so I had thought she would too.
I thought about what I had blurted out at her, "everyone needs help sometimes." I realized that that really was true. Everyone does need help sometimes. Sometimes I need more help.
And that's nothing to be ashamed of.