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My DD12(tomorrow) has moderate to severe ADHD. She started middle school this year and is taking Pre-AP classes.(a real struggle) For her Launguage Arts class they had to enter a Creative Writing contest.
http://www.wsherc.org/Creative_Writing_Contest/2006_CWC/theme_guidelines.htm
It was quite the struggle to get this essay done, but I'm impressed with it! She did have help from me with it, I'll admit.
Growing up is hard. Growing up with ADHD is even harder. I can say this from personal experience because I have moderate to severe ADHD. I can really relate to Stephen's comment: I felt just like all the other kids my age. My parents sent me to a Catholic school and I always thought the kids there accepted me. One day I was told I could no longer go to that school. Jewish students could not be in a classroom with non-Jewish students. People begin to treat me differently. Was it something that had changed in me or perhaps in them? Little did I know this was just one more step on the road to the Holocaust, because people treat me differently because I have ADHD. I often feel that people think I'm not as smart as I am. It can be very hard to find partners in school for group projects. This makes me feel stupid and useless. Because of my ADHD, I get distracted easily. Part of my brain is telling me, Find something else to do!! This is boring!! The other part is telling me, Alana, you need to continue working on your homework. Even though I usually know the answers, it still takes me a long time to complete my homework.
Also, I have a huge lack of coordination, which is why I am horrible at sports like volleyball, baseball, basketball, and soccer. So once again, in PE, no one wants to be my partner. I sometimes feel people are snickering behind my back when it's my turn.
I feel different because my ADHD causes me to not act as mature as my peers, so I feel like an outcast. While friends are talking about their latest visit to the mall, I'm thinking about the game I played with my 7 year old sister over the weekend. A lot of the time it seems I'm more comfortable with adults or much younger people. I find it hard to relate to my peers.
It was not always this difficult. In Kindergarten, I had lots of friends, and read at a 2nd grade reading level. I fit in with my peers. We were all in the new experience of public school together. By 3rd grade, I was starting to feel different. I was one of the smarter people in my class, but it was becoming more difficult to stay focused and complete my assignments within the allotted time. I got pulled out of class once a week for physical and occupational therapy. Of course everybody was curious to know why and what was wrong with me. This embarrassed me. It made me feel like the weird kid. Even though I was not in therapy for an extended time, I was able to accomplish most of the goals that were set for me. I can understand why Steven felt that people began to treat him differently. Just as I was the same person before therapy, Steven was the same before Hitler dominated Germany. We had not changed; it was the people around us who changed their thinking.
Having ADHD gives me mixed feelings. Sometimes I wish I either lived on another planet, or were never born. It was not like I asked to have ADHD; it is something I was born with. Other times, I am proud of being different. It gives me many more challenges to overcome in every day life than the average person
Stephen must have felt frightened when he was pulled out of school. He probably was upset when he could not play with his friends. He was probably thinking, Where am I going, will I ever see my friends again, what's my future, do I even have a future? I know I would be scared if I had to be taken out of school because I was different from other people my age. Also, I would upset if I could not play with my friends any more.
Stephen lived in a time when he was felt to be different because of his religion and heritage. I live in a time where people impel you to feel different because of a disability. Neither of us could help who we are, couldn't really change who we are, but yet we are discriminated against because of it.
http://www.wsherc.org/Creative_Writing_Contest/2006_CWC/theme_guidelines.htm
It was quite the struggle to get this essay done, but I'm impressed with it! She did have help from me with it, I'll admit.
Growing up is hard. Growing up with ADHD is even harder. I can say this from personal experience because I have moderate to severe ADHD. I can really relate to Stephen's comment: I felt just like all the other kids my age. My parents sent me to a Catholic school and I always thought the kids there accepted me. One day I was told I could no longer go to that school. Jewish students could not be in a classroom with non-Jewish students. People begin to treat me differently. Was it something that had changed in me or perhaps in them? Little did I know this was just one more step on the road to the Holocaust, because people treat me differently because I have ADHD. I often feel that people think I'm not as smart as I am. It can be very hard to find partners in school for group projects. This makes me feel stupid and useless. Because of my ADHD, I get distracted easily. Part of my brain is telling me, Find something else to do!! This is boring!! The other part is telling me, Alana, you need to continue working on your homework. Even though I usually know the answers, it still takes me a long time to complete my homework.
Also, I have a huge lack of coordination, which is why I am horrible at sports like volleyball, baseball, basketball, and soccer. So once again, in PE, no one wants to be my partner. I sometimes feel people are snickering behind my back when it's my turn.
I feel different because my ADHD causes me to not act as mature as my peers, so I feel like an outcast. While friends are talking about their latest visit to the mall, I'm thinking about the game I played with my 7 year old sister over the weekend. A lot of the time it seems I'm more comfortable with adults or much younger people. I find it hard to relate to my peers.
It was not always this difficult. In Kindergarten, I had lots of friends, and read at a 2nd grade reading level. I fit in with my peers. We were all in the new experience of public school together. By 3rd grade, I was starting to feel different. I was one of the smarter people in my class, but it was becoming more difficult to stay focused and complete my assignments within the allotted time. I got pulled out of class once a week for physical and occupational therapy. Of course everybody was curious to know why and what was wrong with me. This embarrassed me. It made me feel like the weird kid. Even though I was not in therapy for an extended time, I was able to accomplish most of the goals that were set for me. I can understand why Steven felt that people began to treat him differently. Just as I was the same person before therapy, Steven was the same before Hitler dominated Germany. We had not changed; it was the people around us who changed their thinking.
Having ADHD gives me mixed feelings. Sometimes I wish I either lived on another planet, or were never born. It was not like I asked to have ADHD; it is something I was born with. Other times, I am proud of being different. It gives me many more challenges to overcome in every day life than the average person
Stephen must have felt frightened when he was pulled out of school. He probably was upset when he could not play with his friends. He was probably thinking, Where am I going, will I ever see my friends again, what's my future, do I even have a future? I know I would be scared if I had to be taken out of school because I was different from other people my age. Also, I would upset if I could not play with my friends any more.
Stephen lived in a time when he was felt to be different because of his religion and heritage. I live in a time where people impel you to feel different because of a disability. Neither of us could help who we are, couldn't really change who we are, but yet we are discriminated against because of it.
