Moving Beyond ADHD Essay -- Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder

Moving Beyond attention deficit disorder   Friends are the family you choose. As a teenager, when it is hard to relate to your parents, friends become the everyday emotional support that every angiotensin-converting enzyme wants and needs. I suppose the search for a sort out of friends with whom you pot share yourself completely is one of the struggles of adolescence. Disabled or not, this can be one of the toughest struggles of young adulthood. Having Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) has unendingly complicated this for me.   The symptoms of ADHD have been described as disconnection mingled with impulses and the knowledge of consequences. That separation permits impulses to be acted upon even with the awareness that those impulses have repercussions.   In elementary school, I was too hyperactive to be admitted into the Boy Scouts and fatigued more time with an ignorant and intolerant principal than with my classmates. Although I had one best friend, Kelli, and a miraculous second grade teacher, Mrs. Shapiro, who through a combination of Pizza Hut coupons and gold stars, got me to read books, I sp...