Something magical about ADHD and Autism (myself being diagnosed with both) is that some part of us stays way more childlike than your average person into our elder years. Something playful lingers in us way beyond its expected death from bills, disappointments, and tragedies. It can often be seen in the mischievous glimmer in our eyes, the fact that most people guess we're younger than we are, or in our uncontrolled glee at tiny things when no one is looking.
We have trouble focusing on what we need to sometimes, yes, but much of the time we are actually fixated on a beautiful little moment the world is missing from all its seriousness; light dancing on water, a new way to combine ingredients, or the fascinating book someone across the room is reading. We may not be watching the clock, as ADHDers are often late for everything, but we are watching.
One of the glorious moments of childlike freedom for me was two weeks ago when I discovered an extremely beautiful treehouse made with
We have trouble focusing on what we need to sometimes, yes, but much of the time we are actually fixated on a beautiful little moment the world is missing from all its seriousness; light dancing on water, a new way to combine ingredients, or the fascinating book someone across the room is reading. We may not be watching the clock, as ADHDers are often late for everything, but we are watching.
One of the glorious moments of childlike freedom for me was two weeks ago when I discovered an extremely beautiful treehouse made with
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