Shortly before starting high school, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. The symptoms of this condition did not manifest until midway through my sophomore year, when my grades really began to plummet. With little regard to the preexisting diagnosis, my parents - as well as other adult mentors - attributed this decline to cliché teen angst and laziness. It was obvious, from their perspective, that I had no handicap; What does one make of a student who achieves consistently high marks on exams, yet receives zero after zero for homework assignments that, albeit simple in nature, were never even attempted? To anyone but myself, the situation was bizarre, inexplicable and, frankly, inexcusable. Humiliation and discomfiture forbade me from confiding in any friends about my crisis- they still knew me as the girl from junior high who cried when she got a B- and I soon found myself lost in the pensive depths of my own
Shortly before starting high school, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. The symptoms of this condition did not manifest until midway through my sophomore year, when my grades really began to plummet. With little regard to the preexisting diagnosis, my parents - as well as other adult mentors - attributed this decline to cliché teen angst and laziness. It was obvious, from their perspective, that I had no handicap; What does one make of a student who achieves consistently high marks on exams, yet receives zero after zero for homework assignments that, albeit simple in nature, were never even attempted? To anyone but myself, the situation was bizarre, inexplicable and, frankly, inexcusable. Humiliation and discomfiture forbade me from confiding in any friends about my crisis- they still knew me as the girl from junior high who cried when she got a B- and I soon found myself lost in the pensive depths of my own