At the behest of my counselors, my parents did their damnest to keep me preoccupied. Preoccupation was essential and theraputic,, canyon lake homes
, when consistent. Give an ADHD’er an hour of unsupervised, unmedicated freedom and bad things happened. I was no different and in a lot of ways, worse. My impulsive actions growing up placed me in a plethora of odd, harrowing and dangerous situations that, by themselves seemed “normal” for that age but soon I realized they happened with an increasing frequency.

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