This rant is not directed toward anyone specific on these boards (but it could be). Trust me, if you’re worried that I’m bitching at you, then I’m not, because you’re at least sensitive enough to sense that you might be insensitive. No, I’m talking about the fuckheads that I have to deal with on a regualr bases.
After reading Darwin’s Finch’s post in GQ (which was, by the way, entirely well-intentioned. i have no issues with him), I started thinking about this society’s mentality toward ADD/ADHD. And I got really pissed. Most people either don’t have a problem with it or don’t vocalize their problem, which doesn’t bother me too much. A lot of people don’t like the idea of a disorder characterized by a short attention span–I mean, that’s just a behavior issue, right? Yet most of these people keep their thoughts to themselves, realizing that they don’t really know much about it and might feel differently if they knew someone with ADD/ADHD.
But when I think of the asinine 1%, that stupid minority whose questions I have to answer all too often, my blood starts to fry.
I never hear these things. But I know they’re being thought.
YOU DON’T THINK I HAVE A LEGITIMATE AILMENT. YOU THINK I’M LAZY. YOU THINK I’M NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH.
Well, fuck you. Who are YOU to judge MY situation? Are you INSIDE my head? I don’t care about your anecdotal evidence. I’m glad your second cousin is better off without her Ritalin. Just do me a favor and tell her to give you a swift kick in the ass.
YOU THINK I’M THE VICTIM OF AN OVERMEDICATING TEACHER, PARENT, OR PSYCHIATRIST.
Fuck you some more. Who are YOU to make judgments about MY parents? Jesus Fucking Christ. I’m the one who wanted to get tested for ADD in the first place. On top of which I have to deal with a father who, like you, just think’s I’m lazy. Of course he shut up when he saw my GPA go from under a 2.0 to over a 4.0. Maybe you should do the same.
YOU THINK I GOT INTO COLLEGE/GOT A JOB/GOT SPECIAL TREATMENT BECAUSE OF MY 'DISORDER.'
Fuck you long and hard with half of a broomstick. (And you know where the broken end is going.) I don’t want to HEAR your affirmative action rant. I got into college on my LAURELS, goddamnit. I got a fucking 1550 on my SAT, a fucking 35 on my ACT, and I did it without any extra time. I could have if I wanted to. And now you’re making ME feel guilty because I sound like I’m showing off? Why should I have to rattle off some test scores to convince you of ANYTHING?
YOU THINK I’M ON SOME MAGIC PILL THAT MAKES ME ALL BETTER.
Fuck you to hell. As I’m talking to you I’m nauseated and slightly dizzy. On top of which I’m tired, but when I close my eyes they pop right back open. My stomach is growling but the thought of food makes me sick. Look up ‘SIDE EFFECTS’ in any motherfucking dictionary. I don’t LIKE the idea of taking a pill every morning for the rest of my life just to feel NORMAL and FUNCTIONING. I do it because it’s better than the alternative.
YOU THINK I’M PSYCHOLOGICALLY DISTURBED OR OTHERWISE UNSTABLE.
I wish I were, so that I could give you the beating that you deserve. It’s not a psychosis. It’s a chemical imbalance in the brain that I take a pill to correct. No more far-fetched than my mom’s thyroid medicine or any other pill that millions of people take daily. If I look unstable it’s because I have to put up with YOU.
As if having ADD weren’t enough, I have to deal with people like you. I’m not learning impaired. I don’t have behavioral problems. I’m smart, I’m creative, and all my chromosomes are in full working order.
So leave me alone. Jesus, go read a book or go to a website about ADD/ADHD. There are fucking millions of them. There’s no excuse for you to be so incredibly ignorant about something that LEGITIMATELY affects millions of people for every moment of their lives. And as much as I love being used as an example of poor parenting/affirmative action gone wrong/overmedication/any sort of trend dealing with what you think is wrong with society, I’ve got better things to do than be made to feel like I’ve done something wrong.
Now excuse me. I have to go to lunch and pretend I enjoy it.
Thus endeth my first rant. Wow, that was easy.