Shoutout to the houses with ADHD
Here’s to the Gryffindors who can’t remember times, places, and dates, who feel a constant urge to just go, who feel like their nerves are electrical wires, who keep a rubber band around their wrist to snap when they aren’t focused, who don’t understand why it can’t just stop, who constantly say they need to throw something away or go to the bathroom or blow their nose because they need to move, who are accused of being lazy but in truth they just couldn’t remember or figure it out, who constantly feel the dense mixture of burning frustration, lukewarm regret and cold disappointment in their gut, who are fighting it as best they can.
Here’s to the Hufflepuffs who can’t sit through an entire movie, who have to actively tap their fingers to remember anything, who start making something for a friend but then get up and forget about it because they couldn’t concentrate, who are worried that whenever they spend long amounts of times with the people they love, they’re constant need to move will become annoying, who always feel the claws of self-hatred choking them, whose thoughts flit so quickly they say it’s more like a crash at an intersection than a train, who make jokes about their daydreamer tendencies that actually hurt, who just need someone to support and help and understand.
Here’s to the Ravenclaws who study for hours upon hours but can only remember what they crammed seconds before the tests, who start a project but never get around to finishing it, who know they’re smart but can’t help but doubt it because “ then why are their grades so low?”, who should have much higher marks but can’t remember more than 1/3 of the material, who feel humiliation and mortification and hopelessness whenever they look at their work, who find something new they’re excited to learn about, but forget to or can’t concentrate, who think that it’s somehow their fault, who are constantly looking for proof of their brain.
Here’s to the Slytherins who experiment with so many techniques for focusing that they lost count, who have to read one instruction five times before they get it, who fear that they’re a lost cause with no hope, who try working out while the study because maybe if they try to combine the problems, it’ll make a solution, who don’t understand how their classmates can just concentrate, who feel like they’ll never accomplish their goals or make anything out of themselves, who want to know more about their favorite subject, but also want to move and run and feel, who worry that failure is their only path, who can’t imagine a life where they accomplish their goals but feel like its the only possibility, who need help.
All of you are smart, talented, and so valuable, never forget that. You are valid, it isn’t your fault, just get help. I love and am here for you.