A.D.D.; the best gift my father ever gave me.

Today I had an epiphany.

Why don't I share with you.

I was diagnosed with ADD (by the doctors) when I was around 12 years old. My mother seemed to know shortly after birth that I was "different". Mother's always know.

It wasn't until I became an adult that I knew that this "diagnosis" was just the worlds way of telling OTHER people what to expect when they encounter me, a scarlet letter of sorts.

Let me back track a bit here. ADD was a gift from my father, and I say this without a HINT of sarcasm.

The reason I decided to start this blog was because I was recently speaking with a mother of a little boy who was diagnoses with ADD, and her world was rocked. She was devastated, and scared. The Media had done what it set out to do and terrorized this poor woman into thinking that her son was damaged goods.

Well I'm here to hopefully correct that, and shed some light on how the life of a person with the label is WONDERFUL beyond any non-ADD person's wildest imagination, albeit difficult, emotionally stressful, typically financially volatile, and socially "trying" still.. It's the best gift my father ever gave me.