On June 23, 2021, I was formally diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD), at the age of 41. This changed everything I knew about my past, my experiences in school, and who held the agency to construct my identity.
Diagnosis is problematic: the word implies a pathology that positions difference as a condition, disorder, abnormality, deficiency or disease. Diagnosed individuals are then held responsible for difficulties they encounter while trying to navigate systems and institutions that privilege normative standards as the metric of success.
The evidence used to diagnose neurodivergent individuals creates a double-bind: it constructs their disability in relation to normative standards; but it also stands as the gateway between identity trauma and identity re/formation.
On June 23, 2021, I was formally diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD), at the age of 41. This changed everything I knew about my past, my experiences in school, and who held the agency to construct my identity.
Diagnosis is problematic: the word implies a pathology that positions difference as a condition, disorder, abnormality, deficiency or disease. Diagnosed individuals are then held responsible for difficulties they encounter while trying to navigate systems and institutions that privilege normative standards as the metric of success.
The evidence used to diagnose neurodivergent individuals creates a double-bind: it constructs their disability in relation to normative standards; but it also stands as the gateway between identity trauma and identity re/formation.
i was the odd one out.
they were learning their ABCs and how to read,
i was reading the room
learning to fit in.
the spaces
the faces
i was the odd one out.
they were learning their ABCs and how to read,
i was reading the room
the spaces
the faces
learning to fit in.
it didn’t work
i worked
with invisible effort defensive detachment
listening to the words of
The Chorus
until they were my words:
Outsider
Troublemaker
“Why can’t you just do this?”
i worked
with invisible effort defensive detachment
listening to the words of
The Chorus
until they were my words:
Outsider
Troublemaker
“Why can’t you just do this?”
“Have you tried making a list?”
We’ve made it so simple, you see:
We’ve made it so simple, you see:
Get an agenda.
Get your head out of the clouds.
What are your priorities?
Get an agenda.
Get your head out of the clouds.
What are your priorities?
Maybe you lack:
Maybe you lack:
The Skills
The Strength
The Drive
The Morality
The
Essence
of
Being
The Skills
The Strength
The Drive
The Morality
The Essence of Being
All you have to do is:
All you have to do is:
Break it down.
Pick up the pieces.
Make
yourself
into
something.
Break it down.
Pick up the pieces.
Make yourself into something.
“It’s okay, we’ll give you a push…”
Fear
is a measure of potential energy.
I’m not even supposed to be here.
I’m not supposed to be here by the authority to assess the suitability for wearability of these constructed credentials,
and—
I’m not even supposed to be here.
I am NOT supposed to speak truth to The Chorus:
Analyze.
(Problematize.)
Interrogate.
(Complicate.)
Fear
is a measure of potential energy.
I’m not even supposed to be here.
I’m not supposed to be here by the authority to assess the suitability for wearability of these constructed credentials,
and—
I am NOT supposed to speak truth to The Chorus:
Analyze.
(Problematize.)
Interrogate.
(Complicate.)
I’m not even supposed to be here.
Yet…
Hear—
I am.
I take up space for invisible traumas,
the divisible and isolated
while separated:
none great enough to speak their truth;
none great enough to:
for those who don’t speak in these tongues,
for this garden this ‘garten and its potential, and its knowledge you don’t see the possibility in this space, just the refuse— the refused,
They don’t hear me.
I guess I don’t speak so clearly.
I guess my words are not defined in lines. It’s not so easy— you see with rigidity— to unsettle and disturb these boundaries:
these isms of this
prisonnnimmmm…
I’m not even supposed to be here.
Yet,
I grasp these shards and make myself into something—
Speak out. Stand out.
Stand up. Speak up.
so I re-fuse The Dialogues with my criticism.
else.
Hear—
I am.
I take up space for invisible traumas,
the divisible and isolated
while separated:
none great enough to speak their truth;
none great enough to:
Speak out. Stand out.
Stand up. Speak up.
for those who don’t speak in these tongues,
for this garden this ‘garten and its potential, and its knowledge you don’t see the possibility in this space, just the refuse— the refused,
so I re-fuse The Dialogues with my criticism.
They don’t hear me.
I guess I don’t speak so clearly.
I guess my words are not defined in lines. It’s not so easy— you see with rigidity— to unsettle and disturb these boundaries:
these isms of this
prisonnnimmmm…
I’m not even supposed to be here.
Yet…
I grasp these shards and make myself into something—
else.
EXHIBIT A: shards fragments of evidence
mixed media
The lines are blurred in liquid time. Who is the assessor, and who is the assessed?
Sharp.
Handle with care.
EXHIBIT A: shards fragments of evidence mixed media
The lines are blurred in liquid time. Who is the assessor, and who is the assessed? Sharp. Handle with care.
EXHIBIT B: else/if
experiential media
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EXHIBIT B: else/if
experiential media
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Karyn Popel identifies as a critical analyst and serial cynic. She likes to believe she wields a postdisciplinary framework that is unapologetically unschooled and lacking discipline. However—due circumstances beyond her control—she is currently a 3rd year undergraduate student in the BA Educational Studies program at York University.
In addition to taking up space in academia, Karyn makes intersectional claims to the identities of sound engineer, policy wonk, collector of hobbies and mother of dragons a toddler.
Karyn Popel identifies as a critical analyst and serial cynic. She likes to believe she wields a postdisciplinary framework that is unapologetically unschooled and lacking discipline. However—due circumstances beyond her control—she is currently a 3rd year undergraduate student in the BA Educational Studies program at York University.
In addition to taking up space in academia, Karyn makes intersectional claims to the identities of sound engineer, policy wonk, collector of hobbies and mother of dragons a toddler.