"You Can Call Me Emery" is a story that follows the life of an aspiring artist, , who is now preparing for college. She begins to think back on her life, wondering if she's chosen the right path. Will you join her on her journey of self discovering...
If I could sum up my fifth grade school year into just a few words, I think "heartbreakingly awful" would be an understatement.
In just one year, I lost all of my friends. Not to mention, now that everybody knows I have ADHD, they all decided to use that as their primary method of making fun of me.
From "Oh look at her, she wants to be autistic so bad!"
To "ADHD..? Oh my God guys she's r-" (I'm not writing the r slur)
While this did bother me at first, I got pretty used to it eventually. However, people would get in the way of me doing my school work. Some of them treated me as if I was stupid, and would try to "help"—intentionally treat me like an idiot—me with my math work. (Even though I understood it better than they did)
But, now that everybody had a reason to call me "the weird kid", it just made my life harder. Now, I had to deal with both students and teachers treating me differently than before, and the struggle of realizing it wasn't my fault that I am the way I am. (Which would be, and still is, an ongoing struggle)
So. . . Yeah. ADHD. Cool. At the time, I perceived that diagnosis as a marker for being "stupid". Like one of those big led signs shaped like an arrow with the light bulbs, pointing right at my head, with the word "slow" on it.
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At first, I didn't know what ADHD even was. But everyone treated it like it was such a big deal that I assumed it was a bad thing.
