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ADHD and the long road to self-forgiveness
“I think I have either early-onset senility or a brain tumor,” I said near the end of my physical after my doctor had asked if I had any questions or concerns.
“Oh? What makes you think that?”
I ran through the types of embarrassing situations I had been finding myself in lately, most of which revolved around forgetfulness or a lack of focus.
(One example I brought up was a recent conversation I’d had with a colleague at the office, one in which on the surface I had appeared to be engaged, with lots of head nods and mm-hmm’s. At one point, however, I mentioned a certain issue that I thought was important, and my supervisor looked at me for a moment, and said: “You do realize that we were just talking about that, right?”.)
I further explained to my doctor that while I had been able to function (somewhat) with my cranial hardware, I had come to suspect that if the average person could inhabit my mind and body even for a few minutes, they would immediately feel as if they were on some kind of drug, or like they were struggling under a higher level of mental gravity.
“Are these things you’re talking about a recent phenomenon, or have they been happening for a long time?”
