To support our mission of providing ADHD education and support, please consider subscribing. Instead, we’ll find bent branches, angled limbs, and crooked trunks in every possible combination and permutation. When we do, we’ll discover that there are no perfect ADHD beings among us. The illusion erodes our self-esteem and disheartens the strongest among us.īut with courage and tenacity, we can strip away those layers of leaves to reveal the bare structure of Who We Are. ADDitude collaborates closely with leading medical experts to publish accurate, clear, and authoritative content that millions of readers trust and share. The deception is especially difficult because ADD folks tend to be fiercely authentic, with high integrity. Attention deficit disorder is multi-faceted, far-reaching, and largely hidden. As much as 90 percent of the mass of an iceberg sits under water under the surface where we cannot see it. I’m not the first to make this analogy, but I don’t see it enough so I’m repeating it and asking you to literally start by visualizing an iceberg. In our hearts, we knew we were living an illusion. Let’s imagine that your child’s attention deficit disorder (ADHD or ADD) is an iceberg. We hoped beyond hope that no one would catch a glimpse of our crooked branches, our procrastination or tardiness. These featured articles, infographics, and podcast episodes are provided at no cost. Here you will find a collection of resources that Ive had the opportunity to share with families across the world.
I invite you to explore my authors page with ADDitude Magazine. We grew thick layers of protective clothing to obscure our true ADHD nature. ADHD Iceberg Chart (blank form) Publications & Podcasts. Many of us came to believe we needed to hide our flaws. Sometimes we list to one side or grow in a wide arc instead of a straight line.
Our attention deficit disorder has bent some of our branches into unusual patterns. But when I see those craggy branches and knot holes, I think of the parallels to ADHD adults. I realize that I hold an ADHD hammer, so almost anything can look like an ADHD nail. These intricate, stark sculptures that grow in my yard are magnificent, awe-inspiring. They have girded themselves for the winter chill and will face the ice and snow with stoic beauty.Īnd make no mistake, they are beautiful. They reveal their battle scars unashamed. Yet, divested of their leafy summer clothing, they stand proud. There is not a “perfect tree” among them. I am struck by the absolute honesty of these barren trees. High in a tree are a couple of abandoned nests - probably left by squirrels or a red - shouldered hawk. I can see a few broken branches and limbs poking out at odd angles. There’s a tree trunk that has twisted sideways, perhaps the result of a passing hurricane. Now the structure of each tree is exposed, every flaw visible. Cool temperatures and autumn winds have finally stripped even the most stubborn leaves from their dark branches.ĭuring the summer, I tend to see the deciduous trees as one unit, a broad bank of shade. They are embarrassingly naked, the trees that surround my house.
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