When ADHD is talked about, it is something loud. Bouncing off walls. Missing assignments and the inability to conceptualize time.
Missing assignments and the inability to conceptualize time. They don't picture the quiet girl a row or two behind the front one who turned in every assignment on time. The student decorated with gold stars, good grades, ink still gleaming and a calm demeanor.
The student decorated with gold stars, good grades, ink still gleaming and a calm demeanor. They don't picture the women who spent years camouflaging their symptoms under perfectionism, hypervigilance, and people pleasing. I never thought of myself as possibly having ADHD until I reached college, grew into an adult, when hiding and masking became so much more difficult.