under selling attention as a society as it relates to the stimulant shortage crisis
I have seen a lot of things change in the almost 35 years since I was diagnosed with ADHD. Almost all of them have been for the better. There was a lot of, “I don’t believe in that, that’s not a real thing.” When I was younger. Seriously, people would have no problem telling me that to my face when I was like 13 years old. I think this is one of the reasons that I so strongly identify with lgbtq+ folks. Despite growing up white, suburban, and reasonably privileged, I was pretty consistently and fundamentally told, “No, you’re wrong. You’re not actually right about what your experiencing. I know better than you. As a matter of fact, in fourth grade, one of the two teachers had a master’s in special Ed. So they gave her all the kids with adhd. The first week of school in an IEP meeting she told my parents she didn’t believe in it. That was one of the worst years of my life. I still get a lot of, “I think we all have a little bit of that.” And this is progress. But it’s kind of sinister in its own way. It’s really a way of unpathologizing a legitimate medical issue to a matter of severity of something normal that everybody deals with. That would be like if you told someone you were clinically depressed and their response was, I know everybody gets depressed sometimes. No. Everybody doesn’t get clinically depressed sometimes. Everybody gets sad sometimes. Everybody gets anxious sometimes. Everybody has a hard time being in charge of their attention sometimes. But that doesn’t mean they have clinical depression, generalized anxiety disorder, or adhd. There are clinical standards for these particular psychopathologies. When we don’t distinguish them from everyday feelings we do…
