Finally Being Diagnosed with ADD
April 19th, 2005For the longest time, I didn’t have the courage to see a doctor about my concentration problems.
Then I became desperate. I started failing my classes. The funny thing is, I was trying harder than ever to pass them. While my friends went out and enjoyed a normal social life, I stayed in to catch up with work.
Nobody understood. They all thought I was a straight-A student who spent all her time worrying about grades needlessly. They never understood that I just wanted to pass my classes so that I wouldn’t get kicked out of school.
I was struggling so much that finally I gave in and walked into the doctor’s office. He agreed that all my symptoms pointed to ADD and suggested some books about it. He gave me a prescription, which I was embarrassed to use but which helped me significantly. And then my life began to improve.