Well, if nothing else, your child will almost certainly lead a very interesting life.
I’ve got ADD. They diagnosed me when I was fifteen. Over the years I’ve learned to not only live with my “disability,” but to embrace it. It can sometimes be advantageous in life to think differently from other people. And while some of the disadvantages of ADD are, to say the least, a real drag, I find that this syndrome comes with some perks that more than compensate.
Currently I’m thirty-one. Still in school, but with a 4.O GPA, and I’m not getting any of the special disability help some schools offer–you know, waivers for difficult classes, extra time with tests, and the like. I’m happily married–at least most of the time ;)–and have a gorgeous seven-week-old baby. I also have a dog who is himself learning disabled. Financially, I’m in pretty good shape. I can support my family and send myself through school anyway. I also managed to get through one of the military’s most difficult academic courses without too many problems–nobody knew I had a “learning problem,” and I graduated near the top of my class. In addition to my family, work, and school, I entertain myself with a variety of creative activities. My creative work is very fulfilling and other people seem to like it as well.
The point of all this? Just that you can have a full and happy life despite this “disability”–which, AFAIC isn’t a disability at all.
Which is not to say that I don’t have trouble. I’m the world’s worst organizer, I know how to talk myself into trouble like nobody else, and the dictionary people will someday print my picture next to the word “Procrastination.”
For example, right now I should be getting ready to go to the doctor. Because I will disrobe for some tests that need to be run, I should probably find some clean underwear. However, instead of searching for a presentable undergarment, I find myself sitting here, naked (because I started to get ready, but got side-tracked), talking to you.
Somehow I manage to stay focused on school and at work, though, so people just assume I’m eccentric.
Meds are useful for a lot of people with ADD, but they didn’t work for me. Maybe they would have except that the powers-that-be in my life more or less tried to shove them down my throat. Anyway, I’m much happier not having to rely on meds to get through life, although they can certainly be a good tool in some cases.
A great resource is http://www.chadd.org/index.htm Most of these people are both nice and very understanding and they can provide you with a wealth of information and good leads to other resources. They also run support groups in most towns, and I think there might be a list of them at their site. If not I have a list of every CHADD support group in the United States somewhere, and will be glad to dig it up and give it to you. I myself wasn’t overly impressed with my local support group, but from what I’m told by other people who have or deal with people who have ADD, I’m very much in the minority. Most people who go to the CHADD groups think they’re great.
Anyway, I’ve really got to go. According to the clock on my computer screen, I have less than thirteen minutes to find that clean underwear, shower, get dressed, and be ready for my wife to come home.
Good luck and don’t despair!
P.S. I was going to provide the titles for some good books on this subject, but I’m too pressed for time. Preview and some editing here has me down to five minutes until my wife shows up to drive me to the doctor. Guess I’ll be late. Aw well, anybody that makes half a grand an hour can wait on me for a couple minutes.