Owning It
Wrote this one some time ago, and thought it should be posted to my blog. Owning It I’m not certain if it was the ADHD or merely having a very active imagination, but the slings and arrows of outrageous criticism started when I was quite young. As time does, there are many details that are lost in the fog of the past and others that are clear as if they had just happened. The word “weird” sticks out in these memories, as I heard it so often. “Why are you so weird?” “That’s supposed to be a tree? It looks weird.” “He listens to weird music.” “It’s the way he talks. It’s just weird how he pronounces every sound!” On and on, the comments flowed like a river of disapproval. Sure, there were other words that were thrown at me, but “weird” just stuck with me. Yes, I tried to be more like then, more “normal”, if only to get them to stop saying those things about me. The more I tried, the more I felt like I wasn’t myself anymore. Even the Ritalin didn’t keep me from being “wei
