My mom once told me that I had a lot to say, had enough energy to be passed out to everyone in the United States, and that my imagination was too wild. That may be true, but at the time she said this, little did she know that I had raging ADHD.
Not too long after my mom decided to put me in every sport she could think of to “wear your butt out,” she would say, she discovered an article about ADHD and being that she stayed at a Holiday Inn somewhere along the way, she declared that this is what I had.
Now, back in the 70’s, if a kid was diagnosed with ADD or ADHD, they were immediately put on Ritalin and turned into a zombie. Not exactly like on that show about zombies, where there is an epidemic and they are decaying at a rapid rate with a lot of goo coming off and out of them. No, they would just sit there in the middle of class and stare straight ahead with a glazed over look. It was sad really.
I remember my friend Melanie would be a completely different chick on the weekends when her mom kept her off of her meds. She had a daring and wonderful imagination, she would laugh, and had very little impulse control. Given that I also had an impulse control problem, the two of us were trouble, I can assure you. One day, a firetruck was heard in her neighborhood heading our way. We had decided to climb the cable tower along side of her house and sit on the roof together. Her mom freaked out and rather than ask us to climb back down, decided to call in the fireman troops. You can imagine the look on everyone’s face as we climbed down the cable tower with the firemen holding out their trampoline for us to jump in. Really? Needless to say, we were both grounded for the rest of the weekend by our parents. I’m still stuck on why in the heck she called the fire department in the first place.
My mom was very against the Ritalin that was being handed out and in order to combat my “mom” diagnosed ADHD, I played softball, volleyball, swimming, basketball (which I really sucked at), and anything else she could stick me into. Here’s the funny thing. I was on steroids for my asthma at the time, made worse by my poor sweet parents smoking in our house. My mom still apologizes for doing that to me, although I remind her that she and my dad didn’t know any better. Anyway, when you are on steroids and you play every sport in the book, your body takes on a rather muscular shape. If you are familiar with Popeye and his large forearms, then you were familiar with the odd anomaly I had going on. Needless to say, I was not bullied and if my sisters had any beef with anyone, me and my Popeye arms were on the case.
Eventually, I began to keep a journal about the things that raced through my mind all day long and how I was feeling, thus began my writing career. I was not a big reader at the time, but boy could I crank out the children’s books. I won my first award for my book titled “Too Much Sugar” after my sister came back from the dentist with 6 cavities. Poor girl.
I have written 2 1/2 novels so far and I owe a lot of my writing to the styles of the books I read each month. It is not unheard of for me to read 6 novels a month. Reading and writing have entered into my ADHD brain and has given me a passion like I have never known before.
Please visit my writer’s website at http://www.sharonyedlin.weebly.com, where you will find some sample chapters from my books!