ADHD Girl Learns To Drive. Driving lessons for teenagers with ADHD. Driving School Instructor and ADHD kid

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Black ADHD, Teens, Driving Lessons, Driving School. ADHD is the new black
A good driving school instructor must have nerves of steel, patience of saints and reflexes like a cat. At least one of those qualities will be called-upon when teaching 15-year–olds how to drive. ALL of those qualities will be called-upon when that 15-year-old has the hyperactive type ADHD.
I was that 15-year-old driving student AND the driving school instructor; not at the same time, of course. This would be a bad business model.

About Me:
Stacey Machelle is my name. I create fun, well-researched videos about my ADHD past and present.

Why make ADHD videos?
It doesn’t matter if black women aren’t openly discussing it, it just means that it is happening to them. These videos are for You, my Sisters. You’re not the only
Black women and black women of color shouldn’t have to suffer silently from ADHD symptoms. This shame made me feel isolated and afraid of how my family and future employers would perceive me. I felt like my parents had wasted their money on my education. I felt like a disappointment. All of this was my own feeling. Internally. It became self-loathing. It made me depressed, and I blamed God for my mistakes: me.

My story.
Run if you hear me say, “long story short.” However, I will try to keep it short.
In my first 20 years after graduation, I tried to emulate the professional world around me: organized, punctual, efficient, happy, normal, good with money, and good at planning. I was a different type of person. While others seemed relaxed and admired by their bosses and HR, my “masking” for my mistakes made it difficult to get through my day. My inconsistency with detail led to me being almost fired. My goal was not to make my superiors’ lives more difficult. It got worse the harder I tried. Detail was so difficult for me. Socially, I was anxious and defensive. Perceived slights were very important to me. I was sensitive to slights that were perceived. I wanted to be validated in my office existence.

My mission:
I want to encourage black women, WOC, and use humor to educate and offer hope to WOC and black women who feel helpless in their very real mental illness.

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