1. The Narrative Hits Differently For a Girl
Zoe Fenson ’09 • Writer/editor, Silicon Valley, Calif.
Major: Theater and dance
> Diagnosed at 32
As a student, I wasn’t always the best at retaining the reading, or actually doing the assignments, or showing up to class on time. But I’m really good at picking up context clues in class conversations and amplifying what other people are saying. I’ve always gotten by on charisma and earnestness.
One semester, I had a visiting professor who didn’t fall for it. He thought I wasn’t doing the reading, and so he graded me accordingly. I didn’t understand why my usual MO wasn’t working; I didn’t know how to say, “I’m doing the reading. I’m just not retaining anything.” That class brought my GPA down just enough to disqualify me for high honors. I was devastated.
My father also went to Amherst, and he had a similar trajectory. We each wrote our undergrad thesis in two weeks of all-nighters and delivered it two hours before the deadline. We both missed the cutoff for high honors despite being recommended for them. He never had an ADHD diagnosis, but he came up with a narrative for himself of why he was the way he was: contrarian, stubborn, wanted to do things his own way.
I think he ended up applying that same narrative to me. One of the things I’ve been unwinding over the past few years is that the narrative that worked well for a boy growing up in the ’50s and ’60s hits very differently for a girl growing up in the ’90s and ’00s. I think he got a pass for those labels in a way that I didn’t.
I’m a really intellectual person and I don’t always have the capacity to turn that off. I interrupt. I monologue. I get carried away by trains of thought. I’ve never been particularly good at performing that feminine thing of making myself smaller.
I was diagnosed with ADHD in conjunction with treatment for an eating disorder. I distinctly remember the first day I took a medication that treats both. I was in the kitchen, I noticed that the dish drainer was full, and I emptied it. No stress, no issues. I was like, “Who am I?” It has not completely changed my relationship to the dish drainer, but it helps.