Living with ADHD There was a time in my childhood where I was the worst kid in school. Not that I wasn’t kind and didn’t care for the kids my age, it was quite the opposite. I had a problem with authority and most especially with people who directly tried to tell me to do something I didn’t want to do. This progressed and continued for around seven years. My behavior started to produce some negative effects in my life.
Although academically I was doing exponentially well, in the area of attitude towards teachers and even my mother and stepdad I was becoming worse and worse. A solution was thought of early on, not by my parents or any specialists but by my second grade teacher of all people. She suggested that I had ADHD and from that moment on my life changed forever, in both good and bad ways. One time during class I balled up a piece of notebook paper and threw it at the teacher when his back was turned. This encouraged a few other students to proceed to ball up their own supply of ammunition. Thus a war ensued, which got myself and the other five students, who joined my momentary army for their own causes, called to the principal’s office. Sitting there reflecting on my actions I regretted getting others involved, as my stealthy approach of only firing off one paper ball, would have been less catastrophic. The principal called my mother, when she came to the school to get me, the principal recommended a parent teacher meeting to be held in the guidance counselors office, for the next few hours. I knew from the way my mother was looking at me, while talking to my second grade teacher, that something was amiss. After what seemed like an eternity they called me into the guidance counselors office, asking me to sit adjacent to the faculty members and parallel to my mothers

seat.