Maybe because I was once diagnosed with Minimal Brain Dysfunction, I don’t find the newer label of ADHD so bad. MBD sounds like something the cast of Monty Python and the Flying Circus came up with. ADHD on the other hand sounds somewhat more descriptive and less post lobotomy-ish. This is why I was so surprised to encounter somebody yesterday so embarrassed by the ADHD label, they censored me.
A reader had come across my adult ADHD blog while researching Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. It was a new diagnosis for him and he, like any sane individual, wanted to know more about it. He also looked me up on Facebook and friended me. He had some very nice things to say in his friend request. I was so thankful that I took time to leave a comment on his wall. He hadn’t mentioned which blog of mine he liked, so I left a friendly generic comment.
Stigma of ADHD: Keeping ADHD in the Closet
Frankly, I can’t recall exactly what I wrote. Ah, the blessed mental fog of ADHD. I’m almost certain I never mentioned it, but whatever I wrote apparently had the four letter word “ADHD” in it. It alarmed him so much that he deleted the wall posting and sent me a friendly email via Facebook with a warning to not post on his wall about ADHD anymore. He hadn’t “come out” with his ADHD yet. In a short series of emails, I found out he was a gay activist and wasn’t embarrassed by ADHD at all. He just didn’t want anybody to know he had it.
He admitted that he overreacted, but I was initially offended. I admit it. I felt what we in the mental health industry often refer to as being stigmatized. I wrote about stigma a bit when covering the YMCA ad fiasco. I’ve had employers and educators alike treat me poorly because I have ADHD, but to have my words of thanks removed because I wrote “ADHD” or even just blog about it was a new experience.
Relating to Stigma
Within the hour, however, I began to empathize with him. Here was a guy used to fighting for a cause—a guy familiar with the scars of stigma and prejudice—and he panicked a bit over the label of ADHD. Stunning. What do folk think about the diagnosis of ADHD that they’d be so distressed by having it? I’ve had the diagnosis for so long that I accept it as part of me the way I accept my beard is graying. No, wait. That’s not right.
Truthfully, I was so relieved by the answers that “ADHD” as a diagnosis provided that I embraced it over two decades ago. I need to remind myself, though, that not everybody is as comfortable.
I write for people who have the ADHD diagnosis and embrace it, and I stick my tongue out at the ones who claim we’re deluded, but I haven’t truly considered writing for people still on the outside, afraid to come in—people who fear the label of ADHD and what it might make others think about them. I don’t know if this will change how I approach the subject in the future, but it sure has given me something to ponder.
What do you make of it?