On a recent business trip, I grabbed a copy of the in-flight magazine and was surprised by a tease on the cover for an article inside: “ADHD in Adults.”
I always thought the disorder was limited to children, but when I turned to the article, it featured a startling statistic writ large in bold black letters: “8,000,000 ADULTS IN THE U.S. WITH ADHD.”
The article quoted a then-53-year-old graduate student who, “By the time she reached the bottom of a page in a textbook, she was not sure what she had read at the top.”
For me, that didn't pass the smell test. What she was describing was what I went through every day in graduate school. I often read passages from textbooks that didn't sink in at all, not one bit. Not even after four or five times re-reading them. But I was pretty sure why I was having these problems—I was reading a lot of very dense and esoteric deconstructionist theory that was really hard to grasp.
Even the definition of deconstruction is a brain buster: “A philosophical movement and theory of literary criticism that questions traditional assumptions about certainty, identity, and truth; asserts that words can only refer to other words; and attempts to demonstrate how statements about any text subvert their own meanings.”