Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Juxtaposition...a classic plot device.

So there I was last night at Borders, two Additude magazines in my left hand containing a piece written by me, and in my right hand, a copy of "Understanding Girls With ADHD".

I cried.

Left hand: proof that I have come a long way. That I am able to express myself effectively in words. A small victory if you will.

Right hand: Someone who never met me wrote my life story. Someone knows what it felt like to be a girl whose brain was doing strange things. Someone knew what it was like to be a little girl in plain sight, yet be invisible.

Left hand: The fruit of years of hard work finding myself.

Right hand: Documentation of those years during which I was lost.

Left hand: Proof that hard work and being true to yourself pays off.

Right hand: Proof that I had to work harder than anyone guessed, to get here.

Left hand: The power to help others by telling my story.

Right hand: ...what? I have a disability?

Left hand: I've arrived!

Right hand: (I exist...)

How can a person not cry, when being pulled in two directions?


  1. Hell, I almost cried, reading it!

  2. It's okay Sheepy, here, have a virtual tissue ;)

  3. *sigh* I find myself more sad than angry these days. So sad for the little girl that was me. It's nice to know I'm not alone.

  4. I prefer to move through the sadness rather than around it. Sometimes it's productive (obviously when it drags on for months and isn't productive anymore that's a different issue and docs can help with that). Feelings can give us information about who we are and who we were :)