As promised, I’m back with a new post. This will probably be the most important article that I will ever post on this blog. This article was the reason that I wanted to create this blog. Alright, alright I’ll stop writing filler and actually write my post.
If you read my first post or have looked around the site, you know that I have ADHD. Now remember that, ’cause its important. With a quick search on Google, you can find many a website on ADHD and medication. A short while ago, my mom called me upstairs and told me to read an article that she had pulled up on the screen. What I saw was unbelievable. Ridiculous. You could almost say it was horrifying. On this blog, broadly displayed for the whole internet to see, was an article about how ADHD is not a real disorder and how it should not be medicated. In my head, the gears started to turn. I thought about how I felt about that blog post. And here, on this blog, I’m going to explain to you why every single iota of that post was just plain wrong. Lets start with the part about ADHD not being a disorder. For something to be classified as a disorder, it has to be named as such by the U.S national library of medicine. ADHD is. That, legally, makes it a real condition. But there is another aspect of this argument. I, as a person with ADHD, feel that it is.
Now we’re going to talk about the other part. Before I started taking Concerta, which is in the Ritalin family, ADHD was ruining my life. I was always getting in trouble, acting crazy, and was on my way to having almost no friends. Nobody wanted to be around me because I would flail around like an idiot and ruin people’s day and things like that. Then, one day, I went to see a psychologist. I’m not going to say her name, so don’t ask. She helped me through my daily life and eventually diagnosed my ADHD and prescribed me Concerta. Instantly my life started to change. I calmed down, I wasn’t as crazy (I still am crazy, don’t get me wrong, just to a lesser extent.) I didn’t notice the change then, but now that I am older and more mature, I am finally starting to realize that when I don’t take my meds, I’m different. But, when I do take them, I can be myself and act like a normal person at the same time.
For now, this article must come to an end, but I shall talk to you all (or myself, depending on how you look at it (Yes, I know that I already used that joke, but from now on I am going to put in every post.)) later. Until next time, this is Jonah Shaps, signing off.
