ADHD in Women.. AI-Generated.
When I was a child, I was deemed as emotional, smart, and talkative. I would cry over the smallest look, spilled milk. I learned to read and spoke in full sentances by the age of four. What my mother didn't realize is I was showing signs of ADHD in girls. My teachers called me “spirited.” I guess that was their polite way of saying I couldn’t sit still. I would ask a hundred questions before they’d finish answering the first one, bounce from one thought to the next without missing a beat. My crayons were scattered across the floor like breadcrumbs. It wasn’t that I didn’t pay attention, it’s just that my mind was a crowded city street, and everything—every little thing—was shouting for my attention.
