Dee Dee's Saga..

Back in my school days, a quirky memory floats into view, starring my English professor. Assigned to write about 'courage,' I spun a yarn featuring a brave character and her trusty sidekick, Courage the goldfish. Alas, this fishy hero took a dive from the fish bowl into a porcelain abyss, in search of freedom, leaving its owner to face the world solo.

Despite my attempts to sprinkle in some literary sparkle, my professor seemed lost in the sea of my storytelling and refused to grade my work. Reflecting on this tale, I wonder if my creation mirrored Saoirse's courage, a tangible essence slipping away, leaving her to navigate academia's maze with a void by her side.

Thirteen years ago, amidst a lively social gathering and the whispers of wine, I turned to an ADHD expert for guidance. In that fleeting moment of reflection, I found myself hesitant to take the leap into self-discovery through an official evaluation. Questions swirled in my mind - could the fog of forgetfulness, the dance of time, the maze of decisions, and the mysteries surrounding my life's purpose be linked to ADHD? These uncertainties weaved a tapestry of doubt over my future, painting my career choices with shades of unrealised dreams.

The counsellor waved me off from ADHD evaluation, claiming it was unnecessary post my studies. With a sprinkle of doubt on meds and the idea that a diagnosis wouldn't change much, they shrugged off the need for such a check-up. While I appeared calm outside, inside I was a whirlwind. Hiding my struggles with a smile, I shielded others from my inner storms. This charade of happiness, though kind, drained me emotionally. Maybe the counsellor worried a diagnosis would further dent my confidence. Or perhaps they knew resources for adults with ADHD were sparse in Ireland a decade ago..

To be continued..

Dee Dee x