Put me in the real but over diagnosed group.
Used to be called spoiled brats. Course, the way I grew up, children should be seen and not heard.
“YES MA’AM”
“NO MA’AM”
“YES SIR”
“NO SIR”
Our parents were not our friends. I still shudder at the thought of my granmothers switch. She could stripe a pair of legs in a jiffy.
My Dad was ROF ADHD plus sociopathic batchit crazy.
He’d laugh at something one minute and beat you half to death the next. He’d be so wrapped up in his own head, you could be bleeding to death and he wouldn’t notice. Sadly, GBB, the kid with no attention span got beat constantly for being disrespectful...most of the time he didn’t even know why he was being hit...he was that ‘out of it’ in the chaos.
Ya know sumthin, he doesn’t remember a day before he turned 11? His life actually started (or at least his memory did) when he was dx’d...however, my Dad just layed him out and hit him harder. He thought he was faking it.
So now GBB is also ROF ADHD and borderline sociopathic. Aint’ genetics grand? (I’m starting to cry)
Later.
And you didn’t call your teachers “Ed” and “Nancy”, either.