Living With ADHD in Your Sixties

The social model of a disability

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I’m in the kitchen with David, my husband of twenty-five years. My hands are on his shoulders and I’m jumping up and down, telling him how much I love him. When aging ankles refuse any more jumping, I grasp him strongly around his chest and hug him whilst running very fast on the spot. Sometimes he jumps with me, but today he is just allowing me to get…