The problem is there is now actual adhd and diagnosed adhd due to pressure from “mombies” to get special privileges for their unparented, unsocialized little dick head child.
I’m sure exercise is good for the latter group, because it’s actually structure and typically with some authority. So of course that makes little Bratleigh behave better
This comment rubs me the wrong way. What is actual ADHD? It is just a clinical term for kids and adults who are different in a particular set of ways, who share certain strengths and weaknesses. It can be caused by nature or nurture, and is often a combination of both when it is significant enough to be clinically recognized. This can also be seen in scans. Nature and nurture shape the mind, and the mind is always changing, especially for kids.
I was always especially restless and noisy, even as a baby. I wasn’t a spoiled brat. I was high energy. I was abused, and neglected. My mother and father worked full time. She resented me into my childhood for being a difficult infant. My mom was highly controlling. My day was strictly structured. She had very high, and very specific, expectations of us. It was oppressive. Stifling. Suffocating. Maddening. Frustrating.
In addition to my natural restlessness, I was smarter and more rebellious and opinionated than the other kids. I saw how adults failed me left and right. I lost a certain amount of faith in them sooner then most. This made me difficult to handle for adults who are used to blindly obedient, normal kids. The drugs were an “easy fix” for all of them. It relieved them of their adult responsibility to guide and work with me, and I paid for it.
I was a child.
I could not give informed consent to what these mind altering drugs would do to me. They damaged me. They changed me. All before I even knew who I was. I was forced to make a choice I could not begin to understand for years to come. It was wrong when they did it to me, and when they did it to all my friends who I met later in life with similar stories. It’s a practice that needs to be totally re-evaluated.
Amphetamines for kids. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad. The irony is that my mom was aware of how caffeine is bad for the minds of developing kids and can cause dependency and other issues. So, she strictly forbade us to have even small amounts of it all the way through high school.
Drugs like this for kids.. It’s insane. It needs to stop. Let kids grow out of it. Let them choose if they want these pills when they are older and more developed. Find other treatments. Drugs are not the best, or only, answer for mental and behavioral issues. There are way better long term options with way fewer drawbacks, even if they have less instantly powerful results on test scores and such.
*Downvote, but no reply in response to this does nothing to help anyone. What is your issue with my statement? I am simply telling my personal experience and opinions as someone who actually lived through it. I am sorry if me sharing my experience bothers you. It isn't comfortable or easy for me either. I would love to have a proper discussion on this so we can understand each other better.
**Yeah, trying to shut me down with silent votes still isn't going to help. My mother doesn’t like to hear it either when I tell her how this affected me. She doesn’t want to feel guilty or wrong in her choices. I know she isn’t perfect, and she wanted the best for me, so I’ve forgiven her, but she still can’t face the guilt or admit she was wrong to do it. It still needs to be said.
As I've mentioned in other posts, life on the medication was awful. It sucked all the joy from my life and set back my social and emotional development more than anything. I am much happier now that I have been off the pills for years and have worked hard to find other ways to cope and improve myself. Recovery after being on the pills so young and for so long was also hell. It was long and difficult breaking free from such a dependency. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. If I can save anyone from the same fate just by writing about my experience, then it’s worth it.
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The problem is there is now actual adhd and diagnosed adhd due to pressure from “mombies” to get special privileges for their unparented, unsocialized little dick head child.
I’m sure exercise is good for the latter group, because it’s actually structure and typically with some authority. So of course that makes little Bratleigh behave better
Can we not use misogynistic language from reddit
This comment rubs me the wrong way. What is actual ADHD? It is just a clinical term for kids and adults who are different in a particular set of ways, who share certain strengths and weaknesses. It can be caused by nature or nurture, and is often a combination of both when it is significant enough to be clinically recognized. This can also be seen in scans. Nature and nurture shape the mind, and the mind is always changing, especially for kids.
I was always especially restless and noisy, even as a baby. I wasn’t a spoiled brat. I was high energy. I was abused, and neglected. My mother and father worked full time. She resented me into my childhood for being a difficult infant. My mom was highly controlling. My day was strictly structured. She had very high, and very specific, expectations of us. It was oppressive. Stifling. Suffocating. Maddening. Frustrating.
In addition to my natural restlessness, I was smarter and more rebellious and opinionated than the other kids. I saw how adults failed me left and right. I lost a certain amount of faith in them sooner then most. This made me difficult to handle for adults who are used to blindly obedient, normal kids. The drugs were an “easy fix” for all of them. It relieved them of their adult responsibility to guide and work with me, and I paid for it.
I was a child.
I could not give informed consent to what these mind altering drugs would do to me. They damaged me. They changed me. All before I even knew who I was. I was forced to make a choice I could not begin to understand for years to come. It was wrong when they did it to me, and when they did it to all my friends who I met later in life with similar stories. It’s a practice that needs to be totally re-evaluated.
Amphetamines for kids. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad. The irony is that my mom was aware of how caffeine is bad for the minds of developing kids and can cause dependency and other issues. So, she strictly forbade us to have even small amounts of it all the way through high school.
Drugs like this for kids.. It’s insane. It needs to stop. Let kids grow out of it. Let them choose if they want these pills when they are older and more developed. Find other treatments. Drugs are not the best, or only, answer for mental and behavioral issues. There are way better long term options with way fewer drawbacks, even if they have less instantly powerful results on test scores and such.
*Downvote, but no reply in response to this does nothing to help anyone. What is your issue with my statement? I am simply telling my personal experience and opinions as someone who actually lived through it. I am sorry if me sharing my experience bothers you. It isn't comfortable or easy for me either. I would love to have a proper discussion on this so we can understand each other better.
**Yeah, trying to shut me down with silent votes still isn't going to help. My mother doesn’t like to hear it either when I tell her how this affected me. She doesn’t want to feel guilty or wrong in her choices. I know she isn’t perfect, and she wanted the best for me, so I’ve forgiven her, but she still can’t face the guilt or admit she was wrong to do it. It still needs to be said.
As I've mentioned in other posts, life on the medication was awful. It sucked all the joy from my life and set back my social and emotional development more than anything. I am much happier now that I have been off the pills for years and have worked hard to find other ways to cope and improve myself. Recovery after being on the pills so young and for so long was also hell. It was long and difficult breaking free from such a dependency. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. If I can save anyone from the same fate just by writing about my experience, then it’s worth it.