When I was in third grade I was "diagnosed" with ADD, which really was just more of my teacher telling my dad that I didn't pay attention to whatever it was that she thought she was "teaching" me. I may have had(or still have) what the medical community calls ADD, but checking a medical website shows gives me these as some of the main symptoms:
- procrastination
- disorganized work habits
- frequent shifts from one uncompleted activity to another
- talking excessively
- having difficulty playing quietly or engaging in quiet leisure activities(I'm guessing they mean things like not wanting to sit and watch the TV, and wanting to actually DO something instead, but this is generally considered unacceptable in America's brainless, fatass culture)
- being always on the go
Yeah...wouldn't want little kids to do things like "talk" or "move." Things like that cause parents to actually have to "parent," which is unacceptable when you can just give your kids drugs instead. I remember my session with the psychiatrist when I was 8. She put me in a room with some toys and told me to play with them while I watched, and asked what I was feeling while I played. I was 8...and I distinctly remember knowing she was an idiot.
They ended up putting me on Ritalin, and it actually worked out great. My teacher was raving about how much improvement she could see immediately, my dad was happy, and the medicine actually helped...
...them. I had been going to the nurse at lunch every day to take my pills, pretending to take them, and dropping them in a trashcan in the hall when I left. Never once took one. But I guess that all proved one thing to me. Placebos do work.