Unshouldering a Crushing Burden of Shame
It’s weird looking at my childhood photos. I seem so happy, so full of life. But I don’t remember feeling happy. Mostly, I remember feeling ashamed that I could never meet my teachers’ and my parents’ expectations.
Why Am I So Angry?
I tried to be the good kid, the good student, the good friend. Nothing ever went according to plan. Report cards pointed out the many ways in which I failed as a student. I was too late, too messy, too much. I was also not enough. I didn’t apply enough effort. I didn’t have enough willpower.
“Jesse is too emotional,” teachers said, and it was hard to argue with this. I felt emotions intensely and expressed them with the same ferocity. My classmates were quick to notice. No child wants to be labeled a crybaby, so I learned to hide inside the one emotion that seemed acceptable for boys: anger.
[Read: Crashing Out? How to Calm Down When You’re Angry]
Anger wasn’t weak, right? Anger felt strong. I could ball up my fists and fight in anger. When I got angry, no one called me a crybaby.
How Blame Becomes Shame
My frequent angry outbursts got me into trouble. It was clear that something was wrong. But instead of investigating the root of my behavior, teachers and administrators made me out to be the troublemaker. That blame became shame. And I carried it around with me like a heavy backpack. Each time I did or said the wrong thing, or forgot about another important task, or didn’t meet expectations, the backpack grew heavier. It weighed me down.
That shame didn’t diminish with age. Any time my actions didn’t line up with expectations, more shame was shoveled into the backpack. My bosses would tell me, “You’re the only person I’ve ever had trouble with. I just don’t know what to do with you.”
[Read: ADHD and the Epidemic of Shame]
I didn’t know what to do with me either. I tried to cover my faults by working harder, working longer, working later. I continued to fall short and burn out.
A Clarifying Diagnosis
When I was finally diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, it all made sense. I finally understood why my actions and intentions rarely synced up. But I couldn’t shrug off the heavy shame. The backpack was still there, weighing me down.
Yet trying to remove and unpack it didn’t feel like an option. After so many years, it felt like a part of me.
Then I realized the truth: The shame in my backpack never should have been mine. It was created by people who just didn’t understand ADHD.
Toxic Shame and ADHD: Next Steps
- Read: Life Is Too Short for Shame
- Download: Rein In Intense ADHD Emotions
- Read: Neutralize Chronic Shame by Understanding Its Source
Jesse J. Anderson is the author of Extra Focus: The Quick Start Guide to Adult ADHD. He is the host of the podcast ADHD Nerds.
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