Is A.D.H.D./A.D.D. A Gift or A Curse?
On the negative side, when someone is diagnosed with A.D.H.D., it is because “things have been going significantly wrong” so that referring to it as a gift “might [be] meet with skepticism.”
On the positive side: “[T]here are lots of skills, abilities and characteristics that routinely come with ADHD, and which most people find appealing….”
Source: The Gifts of ADD
“I am among those who wouldn’t trade my ADD for anything. I do think that the positives outweigh the negatives–at least for me.”
Source: ADD: The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly
“…as both a[n] ADHD professional and a person with ADHD myself I am really getting tired of hearing about how great ADHD is because for most of us it’s not. For most of us who have struggled because of ADHD saying ADHD is great is down right insulting!”
Source: Is ADHD Great??
“Many forms of cancer are curable and many people live long, productive lives even after their fight with cancer. There are several forms of A.D.D.1 and many of these people live long, unproductive lives. And A.D.D. is not curable. Given the choice, which gift would you choose.”
Source: Me
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Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when you are ten years old and your imagination soars. Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when you are twenty years old and you need to write three papers for three different college classes and so you muster your hyperfocus and finish them on time. Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when you are in your chosen profession and find that sitting in your quiet, private office is absolutely maddening. Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when you are expected to sit at your desk for fifty hours each week and your body is screaming at you to get up and move, or get up and talk to another human being, or get up and do some other activity that is NOT the one you are currently doing. Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when you are expected to defer gratification (though instant gratification is one of the hallmarks of the A.D.D. personality) and you fail miserably at doing so. Perhaps A.D.D. is a gift when it seems the entire world has passed you by and you are STILL trying to figure out, for the fourth time in your life, what you want to be when you grow up.
I believe A.D.D. is a gift because to see it for what it truly is – the incurable curse – is too depressing. I will give back this gift in a heart beat. I will trade this gift for a bit less intelligence. I will trade this gift for a bit more sleep. I will trade this gift for a bit more stability in my life.
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I posted the following poem in September 2007 under the title “Not A.D.D.”
I don’t want to be me.
I am sick and tired of being me,
because being me means being A.D.D.
I don’t want everything I do to be an issue.
I am sick and tired of dealing with issues.
I am sick and tired of being A.D.D.
I don’t want to pre-reflect and post-reflect and self-reflect.
I just want to be.
I don’t want to be A.D.D.
I’ll be an idiot who thinks the world is great.
I’ll be a smiling fool who knows nothing of fate.
I’ll be anything as along as I am not A.D.D.










