By Mia Costales
If someone had asked me four years ago if I thought there was a possibility I had ADHD, I probably would’ve laughed in their face. Not to toot my own horn, but throughout my childhood and teenage years, I was an exceptionally good student and excelled in both academic and extracurricular activities. I was a straight-A student, played in the symphony and chamber orchestras, wrote for my school’s paper, and graduated with honors. I’ve also always been an extremely quiet and reserved person which, in turn, usually granted me the “old soul” title by the many teachers and adults in my life.
By no means did I display the classic ADHD symptoms that most people think of when they hear those four letters; constant fidgeting and excessive movement, impulsivity or general hyperactivity.
So you can imagine my surprise when I failed out of college in the spring semester of my freshman year and was soon after diagnosed with inattentive ADHD. According to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, there are two types of ADHD: inattention and hyperactivity.
In my case, symptoms of inattentive ADHD looked like having difficulty sustaining attention in tasks, difficulty listening when being spoken to directly, forgetfulness and disorganization. Hyperactivity is generally the more well-known type, consisting of symptoms such as not being able to sit still or being described as constantly on the go. It is also important to note that some people can display symptoms of both types of ADHD, effectively having a combination of inattention and hyperactivity.
After getting this diagnosis, I was able to look back on my past behaviors and come to terms with this new knowledge. I was also lucky enough to have a great support system of people who were willing to help me get back on track and continue my schooling. Leaving Humboldt after my freshman year was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I ended up moving back home, where I got a full time job waiting tables and took online classes at the local community college.
Per my mom’s request, I also started focusing on bettering my mental health, which meant attending therapy sessions and starting on medications. Learning that I have ADHD definitely came with its setbacks, but it was ultimately the catalyst for getting me back up to Humboldt and adopting a healthier and more productive mindset. Growing up, I couldn’t help but notice feeling weird or different from a lot of my peers, and this feeling really alienated me.
Now that I am older and better able to understand why I felt this way, I am one step closer to processing these feelings for what they truly were. While getting a proper diagnosis is obviously not the end-all be-all for many, it can definitely give comfort to people who have felt some sort of otherness their whole lives, and maybe even help them realize that they aren’t alone in their feelings.







