I used to think I was very funny. In my own convoluted way, I thought I could make a good comedian, even host a show. One particular time when I was growing up I remember being asked a question by teacher Catherine and repeating the same question to her, much to her chagrin, yet the class laughed their hearts off. I almost got a nickname from the incidence. This was back when I was still young, still at grammar school before joining the junior high school to be diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Since then, I have learned that I am actually not funny, and if by chance I get people laughing it is just so, chance. Growing to a point where I can freely speak of the condition and my lack of humor has not been a walk in the park, but it is the greatest success story I have lived so far.
The doctor who broached the subject was nice, but the jargon she used flew by me, but the faces of my parents were not too hard to read. Being told I am sick while I felt okay did not make sense. I have since weathered that storm, embraced the situation, and learned to live each day on its own.
This did not come without its cost though, as there was a notable dip in my grades not because of the learning difficulty that is associated with the Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder but because I was demoralized. It was sickening when all my family members, friends, teachers, and even classmates started to treat me as an i…
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