Having ADHD is like having an Owner’s Manual for Life that seems to work for everybody else except you. They all got the “some assembly required” Hot Wheels track and you’re sitting amongst a pile of assorted pieces you’ve never seen anyone deal with before.
So what do we do? Do we scrap all the pieces? Or do we scrap the manual?
My name’s Abby Minor. I’m a child and family therapist in Seattle, WA who also happens to have ADHD. I am in the process of ripping up this neurotypical manual I’ve been carrying around for too long. It’s not working. I’m writing a new one from scratch: a manual that can help me, my clients, and the rest of my ADHDers fit together all these pieces I was born with, because I don’t want to get rid of a single one. Join me?