Freshman year with ADHD isn’t just a new chapter—it’s a survival sport. From mastering the locker combo (without getting “axed”) to finding your people before day one, here’s how we’re tackling high school with humor, strategy, and maybe a drumstick in our pocket.

Mornings start with a naked game of “Catch the Capsule,” evenings end with toothpaste interrogations, and somewhere in between, I’m just trying not to lose my mind. ADHD parenting isn’t for the faint of heart — but with humor, meds, and a little something called Strike Force, we survive one meltdown at a time.