• over 1 year ago

    Living with ADHD and extreme anxiety from a 15 year old perspective

    year 10s perspective on living with ADHD and extreme anxiety.

    I teach this boy. He has decided to speak out about what it is like living with ADHD and extreme anxiety. Please should you wish to share so together we can break down stereotypes and misconceptions. (Link at the bottom).
    This is because he wants to show people in particular the so called educators what life behind the label and judgement is REALLY like. However, most importantly

    "if I can help anyone relate, or stop them ending up like me then I want them to know they are not alone. Somewhere out there are a lot of people like me but are too scared to open up. So I want to help them begin this process".
    (His words).

    "A face of no emotion. But you see a Painted Clown".

    I am emptiness. I am distant. Everyone appears blurred, I’m not ignoring you some days I can’t get out of my own head I just need time. I know there are people that love but you can’t see that. You’re alone. You see me laugh make or hear me comment everyone laughs everyone can make a comment but that’s a mask you think you see me but that's my painted face. That face you say is a painted clown. Many say I waffle, I can’t get to the point. Those who are brave enough to see the real me say this too but they look back now my words bring them clarity.
    Didn’t you get any sleep? It feels like this, but only feels like not physically. When there's sleep there is knowledge. when you are awake you are aware of certain things. When I am awake I feel oppressed constrained into a box by my own mind and by educations stereotyped ADHD box. As day passes, more knocks, more scowls more judgement. How I feel I can’t trust; the more awake the stronger it feels.
    I’m dissociated. I am paused. I am inattentive ADHD. Every second going down a road lost in a lost thought. We all do this I just do it more than you. I don’t realise when I go. I rarely know how I get here I don’t recognise where I go.
    I am distanced. I am white noise. ‘Simple things are not so simple’ so when you ask me take out my why are you wearing that pass me this pull out your work. Multiple demands = multiple speeds.”In a minute”. Then I’m ordered do it now then it often ends up in a fight. To just stop what I’m literally doing or what I’m thinking to do something else is extremely stressful no matter how “petty” it may sound.
    I am fight. I am anger. I am switched. When I am angry I feel numb, I don’t feel. Yet, breathing makes my lungs hurt, my head pulses, my heart hurts. My ears scream. So how can I not feel as I punch, as I outburst as I grab something sharp pierce a pillow pierce my skin. My red mist pierces with words. But mainly I’m not angry at you. You just caught me at the wrong time. My outbursts are because my mind is flooded. Anger gives me adrenaline. The adrenaline alights. This is my fuel.
    A lot of people think they see me but they are blind. So they make more demands, find another volume switch. When I lose it they are just words its not personal. Punishment at this point adds petrol to my fuel so I just fight back harder they harder you cry the harder I fight.
    Fight or flight. Fight an instinct we all have but my fight is my attempt to flight. In school I cant literally fight so I have to flight. I need to leave, find a new room but I’m trapped. Rapidly pushed into that oppressive box. Please I need to flight this train track takes an automatic turn. Please I’m afraid now my mind is in fight. Flight for survival. Flight from fear.

    My conscious streams; everyone is different in their conscious mind everyone is specified to their own my but made to conform to others but they should be allowed to appear as their own unique mind would it be weird to be just real

    My stream of consciousness.


    "Judgements, Stereotyped limited views on ADHD and anxiety stop you from opening up. Staying shut being what others want leads to anxiety. Anxiety leads to depression. Depression leads to suicide.
    I know. I am you.
    Talk to your parents now before its too late".



  • over 1 year ago

    RE: Living with ADHD and extreme anxiety from a 15 year old perspective

    Hello, my daughter has just been diagnosed with ADD although I always suspected she had this since a very young age. She is now 15 and I feel very worried as she does not have a proper outlet for her feelings. She does not seem to trust me with most suggestions making it really difficult for me to help her. My husband/her father is extremely clueless and thinks that she just has bad influence from school. He does not understand nor tries to understand what she is experiencing. What do I do and how can I help her? Would your student be willing to speak with me and my daughter? Thank you.
      • 11 months ago
        I personally have been diagnosed with ADHD since I was young, what I found was that consistency was hard to come by. What kept me was my parents always reminding me they loved me and my mum especially telling me that was brilliant and smart. It was some of the only "good" that came out of the majority of days growing up, but demands if they are put too quickly together in a string of questions easily flusters, atleast for myself. I found that if someone were to talk to me about what I was interested in I would feel from the depth of my heart a joy and identification. Learning by identification according to interest was like graduating from water wings at the pool to enjoying deep sea diving with oxygen tanks and flippers. Remember to remind her to breath and that you are there for her, encouragment is mountainous help, she will struggle with emotional hurts. But let her know your always willing to talk and help where you can.