One afternoon, when my oldest son was in the fourth grade, he came bounding through the door after school and announced through panting breath: “I have ADHD!” Yes, indeed you do, I told him, but a little context please!
It turned out, my son’s class was learning about “differences.” What are the differences we can see in people, and what are the hidden differences we can’t see? When his teacher talked about ADHD (Attention Deficit/ Hyperactivity Disorder), my son related to everything she described. He wasn’t ashamed, but rather empowered. It all made sense why he struggled to maintain focus on tasks that bored him but could delve in deep and for long, uninterrupted stretches on the subjects that fascinated him. He understood why it was hard for him to curb his impulses, and why he always needed something in his hands in order to stay focused in school.
