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RE: Life With ADHD - Concentrating by UN-Concentrating, and Other Stories of Coping
The thing about society they like to tell everyone there is something wrong with them and they for the right price have the cure. Even when not there still are sugar pills to sell!
That is why I stop going long time ago. If I drop dead tomorrow it won’t be form opening a massive doctor’s bill that was not paid for what every greedy conglomerate of an insurance company that decided they are not covering things.
I just think some people really like shiny things like fish swimming in the water. I prefer mountains but to each their own.
For me, this boils down to a very long commentary I'll spare you: FEAR SELLS.
If you look across pretty much every aspect of our lives, the free-market enterprise system is driven by a variation of fear-- fear of illness, fear of death, fear of embarrassment, fear of failure, fear of pretty much anything you can think of. As long as you can keep the population anxious and fearful, they are susceptible to be marketed to... in the form of "safety." Sugar pills, or otherwise. What's the insurance business? The "cure" to the fear of medical bankruptcy. We consume because we're afraid.
Of course, to keep the machine running, we have to keep inventing new fears... which amounts to the medicalization of everything, including quite normal things people have been quietly dealing with for millennia. Have a hangnail? Ooops... let's turn that into a "syndrome." Now you're suddenly afraid that what WAS "somewhat uncomfortable" will instead make your foot fall off.
I happen to have a little short span of attention, and a brain that struggles a bit because some of my internal "wiring" is a little funky. So what? Some people have size 15 feet-- that doesn't make them ILL.