Yesterday, I helped give a child’s mom advice on how to deal with add. Her child has it. Same age as me when I found out I had it and this little girl was so precious. The mother acknowledged hardships she has faced with her child on the medication she’s on, by agreeing with the ones I explained that I had experienced.
Told her little girl, “You may not remember me when you grow up but remember that you’re special and the other kids will never understand. You’re different from them, but it’s a good thing. You’ll find your right place in life one day, where you can make up all your own rules. And if you ever need to talk to anyone, you come see me and I’ll listen! ” I sent her off with a little sample and put on the bag princess lip gloss.
She is a child who, by her stories, who experiences social isolation. We talked for quite a while. Me and that little girl. She left I hope knowing I’ve been in her shoes. Sitting in a cafeteria with literally no one with you. Staring at the table, people staring and then all at once nothing more than a blur of existence.