It did not seem that much, a diagnosis, few pills and a friendly lady who explains that I will have to get used to a slightly different perception and 26 untreated years that lie behind me.
The practice proved more complicated. The express train stopped as by the emergency brake and a landscape full of questions and unfinished work became visible.
The label ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) is easily distributed, the guidance is concrete and structured, but the acceptance and change, depending on the person, is the opposite.
In ‘pieveltje sprinter’, the nickname that my parents gave me as a child, I research where the stamp and treatment of ADHD end and I begin.
A struggle with identity and a deviation oriented treatment.