Join Kate, a real ADHD mom, as she ruminates over her visit at her parents house for Christmas.
I write this today as a 44 year old woman visiting her parents' house for Christmas. You wouldn't think these feelings would arise at this point in my life, but they do. Every time.
I have no desire, at this point in my life, for my parents to come to the realization that some of my behavior (both past and present) is, and was a result of ADHD, not incompetence, laziness or foolishness (this is the mature me speaking).
The immature me still gets SO FRUSTURATED when I visit my folks at the holidays. I know they think I'm a wreck. It's in the way they look at me and roll their eyes. It's in the way they speak to me the way I know their expectations of me are lower than my siblings.
Here's what drives me ABSOLUTELY batty - I know they think I just don't try as hard as my older brother...