ADHD and defining weird
I have to say that the people I have met in my adult years that have REAL ADHD are a bit on the unusual side but does having ADHD make you “weird” by default? I guess it depends on who you’re asking and what their definition of weird is.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t diagnosed with clinical ADHD until I was 19 so I went through my childhood and adolescent years thinking I was weird. Not because that’s how people treated me but because I truly recognized that I was weird. I was! I still am today but I have come to appreciate it much more as an adult.
To me weird means “Not boring” but because I went through the first half of my life not knowing that I had ADHD, I viewed this weirdness as a bad thing.
I live in Austin and anyone who has ever lived, visited, googled, heard of or been on the same planet as Austin Texas has heard the slogan “Keep Austin Weird” where being weird (or what people interpret as weird) is celebrated, and while it may not be true for all of them, I must say that many if not most of the people that hold this term dear to their hearts are trying wwwaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy to hard to be “werid”. From grown men in hot pink knee high’s, roller skates and fairy wings, to vehicles adorned with AstroTurf, bull horns and glued on naked plastic Barbie dolls, I’ve seen it all.
It’s a bit frustrating because to me being weird is more about who you are, the way you think or the way you act. Not about how many unicorns you can attach to your ten foot unicycle.
If you really have to try to be weird then you’re not really weird at all you”re just a person trying to be weird.
I know that defending my “True weirdness” may be viewed as ridiculous because after all, other than Austin, who really wants to be labeled as weird?
Well I do.
I’m silly, I’m quirky, I’ve seen the “Never ending story” over 107 times in my life and if something pops into my head, you can guarantee it’s going straight to my mouth regardless of how socially unacceptable it is. I say random things (kinda like this post) I’m honest. I’m real and I’m learning that these are the qualities that my true friends and family appreciate me for.
To me there is no greater compliment than for somebody to call me weird and then call me up the next day to see if I want to hang out with them.
I mean, who wants to hang out with someone who is perfect? talk about a bore-athon! Put me in a room with a bunch of “normal” people and I start gnawing my own arm off within 5 minutes.
I am what I define as “Weird” and I don’t need to Decoupage my car with fruit loops and spam labels to prove it. I fear God, and I love who he has made me.
If you have ADHD and fit this description of “Weird” Celebrate it!
Amen! Good night!