Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Adhd

Emma and I were at an interview together when the interviewer started asking me about my Adhd. I knew that the public knows about it, but nobody's ever really mentioned it, so it was kind of weird when they started asking me questions about it.

"So (Y/n), what was it like when you were diagnosed with Adhd?" she asked me. "Um, I don't really remember? I found out I had it when I was like five, so I don't really remember what had happened ." I asked, shifting in my seat. I glanced over at Emma and she looked confused on why they were asking.

"Well, were you in the same classes as other kids who didn't have it when you were at school?" the interviewer asked as Emma glared at her for asking. She could tell I was a bit uncomfortable with the questions. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, confused.

"Well, if you were in the same classes as normal kids, did you ever act out in class? Like break the rules more than the other kids?" The interviewer asked, obviously not realizing, or caring about how stereotypical the question was. As I opened my mouth to answer the question, Emma stepped in.

"You know, does it really matter? (Y/n)'s adhd doesn't define him. You shouldn't be judging him for his difference and asking him those questions. I think you're judging him based on a stereotype that kids with adhd tend to cause trouble and act out in school and should be put in separate classes from others, when that isn't the case. (Y/n)'s one of the nicest people in the world, he always did well in set school and when he needed a break he would go for a walk. He knows how to manage it and if he doesn't want to talk about it he doesn't have to. I think we're done here." Emma said as she got up and left the room.

I quickly followed after her and caught up to her. I connected her hand with mine and we walked out of the building.