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That ADHD got me judged unfavourably,
impulsive interactions, easily distracted,
attention bouncing behaviour unique to me,
the odd one out and always told
different people, same old...
self conscious suffering from a lack of control,
humiliation on the regular, bad feedback on the whole.
Every decision of mine made aware of,
self worth in decline,
others know the way I’m stood spare lost,
inferior by design
Following leaders who decide what they like,
submissive through need not judged wrong or right,
Go with the flow and fall into line ignoring my life
Accustomed to others wants more important than mine
Meeting demands would please and get thanks,
the responsibility wasn’t on me and not my plan,
Hiding in the herd safe unnoticed, my blanket,
thinking for me, nope that idea vanished
With age people see stature and status,
competitiveness shows us our places
And I follow the leader not to be hated,
But I must play now or be manipulated
Avoiding confrontation unless necessary
Some act aggressive never stressing me,
be submissive like a b**** is just let it be,
but I’m impulsive so I react aggressively
I will follow subtle leaders for praise
acceptance is what motivates
but be expecting of me and see rage,
My position is one that I dictate
Life is easy if I please, horrid if I lead,
Judgement worn weak, nothing to me,
put downs received, not bothered really
fake approval as a slave, all of it weak
The impact good or bad is just an opinion,
win people over behave for their pleasing,
others go against, upstage, ego feeding,
Both approaches give nothing I’m needing
I don’t rebel or adapt to play the game
The comparison of people for selfish gain
I won’t follow leaders pulling the chain
These mind game evaluations are so lame
My value is my happiness win or lose,
why you value approval leaves me confused
why you control others think it’s skill not abuse
Importance of social acceptance,
I simply refuse!
Other people can sit still.
They do not scream when they speak.
I have a cheerleader’s voice
even when I whisper.
My heart is a motor that keeps me running
in circles, up and down, over and under.
I think differently, not realizing I am impulsive.
Feeling it is the rest of them who are strange.
ADHD they say; yes, of course.
The problem is that they have to
practice with their medicines.
None of them work the same on any of us.
We have it, but at different levels, different doses, different volumes.
Some of us are walking zombies for weeks.
With no affect, only wanting to nap,
wishing we were not on it.
Some of us stop taking it, preferring to
run in circles, driving society crazy.
Some of us wonder why we are given this terrific gift.
We make wonderful writers, poets, story tellers, painters,
speakers after we grow up and do not have to act
socialized in a school setting. Maybe that is why we are
gifted with ADHD?
I open my eyes, no time to react
The bottle glass flies, my father's face cracked
Sirens at the window,my father's goin' to jail
It's not the end though, my lonely face so pale
Just six years old, ripped from my home
But it had to unfold, drugged cuz of my syndrome
I start a new life, I go to a new school
My mind is full of strife, but I'm a fool
Thinkin' they'll come for me, depressed and suicidal
Nobody to save me, and a monster is my idol
At six years I'm in a psycho ward, all around me white walls
So drugged a thought I can't afford, it's life set on pause
And when I finally get out, I can't shed any tears
My mind is clouded with doubt, just a six year old's fears
They don't love me anymore, I'll never see them again
And my existence I abhor, my heart a prison of pain
Too young to understand, but old enough to be scarred
This life I've panned, It's just way too hard
And when I see them, echoes of how they beat me
Chance of hating them is slim, I wonder how they see me
A child abandoned in foster care, and nobody told me it'd be okay
So all I do is sit and stare, I'm plotting to runaway
Having fallen asleep I open my eyes, no time to react
I hear my grandmother's cries, her love is a fact
My heart is still broken, but my resolve is shaken
When tender words spoken, I see hope awaken
Neuro means brain. Divergent means different.
After being diagnosed, I feel kind of distant.
Almost insane, a bit of a deterrent.
Why should I try and fit,
to be normal and sit?
Teacher says I’m always shouting.
But little does she know,
my mind is always crowding
with thoughts I can’t control.
My impulse is low, my focus a flame.
My mind’s like a car full of petrol and shame.
That much is true; it’s part of my state.
Everything’s a blur
but being graded can’t wait.
Dear teacher, can’t you see?
I’m slowly sinking into a hole,
feeling no different than
an "under-the-bridge troll."
I’m different from the rest
in life’s ultimate test.
Study and pass,
or fail, act like an ass.
That’s it, isn’t it?
That’s what you expect.
Just put my head down
and show some respect.
But tell me, dear teacher, why are the words swimming?
Round and round they go,
no matter my skimming.
The flame lights up, then it is extinguished.
My brain is the problem you distinguished.
My "normal" wasn’t yours but you pursued,
my symptoms fought, but are now subdued.
Why weren’t we taught what would happen after
they gave us the pills that silenced our laughter?
When we no longer felt normal, just dosed,
our thoughts and feelings chemically closed.
Was I ever truly me these twelve years past?
Or am I me now, just quieter at last?
Divergent means different. Neuro is brain.
Am I normal now or just less of a pain?
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.
Dear reader,
I am sad because I thought about my life, and it made me want to cry. It didn’t strike me like lightning, there was no crash of thunder or moment of clarity. It was quieter than that and it came slowly, like dusk settling in after a long day. I was just sitting alone with my thoughts, doing nothing in particular, when this ache started to rise in my chest. I began remembering, things I hadn’t thought about in a long time. Not one single moment triggered it, just this steady stream of memories and realizations that I’d been trying not to notice. It’s hard to explain the kind of sadness that has no center, no obvious wound to point to. I think it’s the accumulation of everything I’ve carried but never said out loud. The words I didn’t speak when I should’ve. The ideas I had that I never built. The music I could’ve written if I hadn’t been too tired. The songs that got lost in the swirl of my brain because I was too anxious to let them out. I remember sitting at my desk so many nights trying to create and to breathe life into the chaos inside me. All but the weight of everything else. ADHD, anxiety, the noise in my own head, kept getting in the way.
There are people I barely talk to now, and I’m not even sure when the distance happened. Friends I once laughed with feel like strangers, and I don’t know how I let that happen. I think I grew up too fast in some ways and too slow in others. My life has been this weird mix of wanting to take control, start businesses, build something meaningful, chase huge dreams, and also feeling so tired I can barely get through a single day. I’ve had these brilliant visions, like my hoodie line that’s supposed to help people like me feel safe and grounded, and I still want it more than anything. There is this gap between what I dream and what I live, and sometimes the space between those two things feels unbearable.
If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you please.
Press 3, 4, 5, and 6 if you have multiple personalities.
If you happen to struggle with ADHD
just press..hey look over there. A little kitty!
If you are paranoid-delusional, don't press anything at all.
Just stay on the line and we'll trace the call.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully to the little voice in your head
and it will tell you eventually which number to press.
If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.
If you are phobic, don't press anything.
If you are manic-depressive, whatever number you press really won't matter
because the bottom line is no one will ever answer.
If you are **** retentive, I've been told
to put you indefinitely on hold.
I look at them all
with their heads in their book
then I peer out the window
what's that? Have a look!
A squirrel passed by
and ran under that tree!
At this very moment
I must go and see!
Get back in your seat
pay attention to me
Now's not the time
to be wandering free
You're distracting the class
you rude little child
you must stop acting
so random and wild
But teacher believe me
it really isn't me
its just the affects of my ADHD
I don't mean to be naughty
or rudely interrupt
but the way that i'm wired
makes me act quite abrupt
I sit myself down
and I try once more
but am further distracted
by a sound at the door
What's happening out there?
I'm dying to know
my imagination runs wild
and refuses to slow
Oh not again
are you listening to me?
Why can't you focus?
Why must you be
too easy distracted
by a sight or a sound
always the one to stand out
from the crowd
but teacher believe me
i've told you before
my ADHD's
not a thing to ignore
I'm not like the others
I have different needs
less noise for me to focus
less sights for me to see
This time I sat to listen
but a thought popped in my mind
I had to let it out
though I knew it weren't the time
the thought is like a bubble
and it fizzes round my brain
I have to voice it out
or i'll simply go insane!
That's another interruption
I cant take it anymore
you'll have to leave the class
walk straight down the corridor
your behavior I wont tolerate
it simply will not do
let the head decide your fete
let him tell you what to do
I headed down the corridor
was going to see the head
but then I had another idea
for me to do instead
I seen people playing
on the playground outside
so I went out there to join them
until it was home time
Remember failures at school in the week,
my special needs I was academically weak
over the weekend successful at sport,
my strength and my ability growing more,
You would take the prize feeling from me,
remind me that I achieve nothing at school, take the sense of achievement and show me, the things I failed so I notice them all
Aware of my struggles and punish my good game, you never actually helped me learn though just point it out complain, next week school ADHD I'm in trouble, get that belt out trousers down slap me punish PAIN, tell me it's my fault and question why I stay the same?
Never giving guidance, take my prize and violence, cook and clean and tell me your providing, the weekend come around again another sporting triumph and tell me sport doesn't matter in life, nothing, so I'm frightened, Bath Mini Rugby wasn't something to have pride in, failure on my mind then, the hypocrite takes me swimming everyday and i mean all the days because my swim coach thought I was amazing, I was as well but she would never tell or says me, selected by the county squad my god I did do well, never encouraged.. Oh no naughty at school here comes the belt and the words about the failure forcing me to soak it in and know to well, for a few years success progress and still the same at school, nothing changed the belt didn't work, one day she hit me with it and didn't even hurt, she'd toughened me up taught me nothing but my inability and what I can do is a non important thing, so those 4 sports where 4 sports with no worth no point and abandoned, and i was left with nothing left no chance to advance no plan done, believing I wouldn't achieve because after it all I never had won, wasn't I lucky to have mum
with the belt not an option the psychological abuse began as i went out into the world as a young man.... part two taught to be sad
Jonathan was a self-employed plumber,
Before a diagnosis of corneal dystrophy,
So he moved out as a plumbing worker,
And began playing judo professionally.
He’d done judo as a youth, came easy,
And won his 1st dan at the age of 18,
So took his first senior competition flee,
In the 2010 Welsh Open, he was mean.
Jono also suffers from ADHD, tells others,
And in 2013 took the gold in the US Open,
In the 2014 Grand Prix, bronze feathers,
And at the 2014 Worlds took bronze token.
In 2015 at the Eger World Cup, Hungary,
Jono tangled and fought to take the bronze,
And in Rio he came fifth in -81kg category,
Against fighter Rovshan Safarov, no cons.