For eight years, I lived the life I thought I was supposed to want.
I had finally achieved what so many people spend their twenties chasing. I had a university degree, a full-time position at a mental health agency, good coworkers, benefits, a pension, meaningful work, and a young family. I was using my education, helping people every day, and I genuinely believed that I had finally stepped onto the path that adulthood was supposed to look like.
My son was born in 2002. My daughter followed in 2004. We bought a house. I accepted a promotion into a large primary care pilot project. I enrolled in additional counseling courses because I believed they would help me eventually move my family back home to Nova Scotia. I immersed myself in Tony Robbins’ work because I genuinely believed that success belonged to people who learned better strategies, worked harder, and pushed themselves further.
At no point during those years did I think the system itself might be the problem.
I believed the problem was me.
If I felt exhausted, I needed to become more disciplined.
If I struggled to stay organized, I needed a better system.
If I couldn’t keep up, I needed to work harder.
Like so many people with ADHD, I did not know I had ADHD. I believed I was simply a bright but inconsistent person who had not yet learned how to reach his potential.
Then something happened that I would not understand for another twenty years.
As my children grew and life became more demanding, I began arriving at work already exhausted.
Not emotionally.
Literally.
Getting two young children ready every morning, dropping them off before work, trying to support my wife, maintaining a house, advancing my career, exercising, keeping relationships alive, planning for the future, and somehow still arriving at work ready to perform for another full day gradually became impossible.
The strangest part was that everyone around me seemed to accept this as normal.
Whenever I tried to describe how overwhelming it felt, the response was almost always the same.
“That’s just life.”
“Everyone goes through that.”
“You just have to push through.”
So I did.
For eight years.
From the outside, I had achieved the coveted Monday-to-Friday life that I had believed represented successful adulthood. From the inside, I felt as though I was sprinting a marathon every single day.
I remember one conversation with my supervisor near the end of that period. I had become consistently five to fifteen minutes late for work despite my best efforts to be on time. She called me into her office to discuss the issue. After explaining the attendance policy and the possible consequences, she expected me to promise that I would do better.
Instead, I looked at her and quietly said, “You’re going to have to get ready to apply those consequences.”
She stared at me in complete surprise.
I wasn’t being defiant.
I wasn’t giving up.
I was simply telling the truth.
I was already doing everything I knew how to do.
Looking back now, I realize that this essay is not really about my years at the agency.
It is about something much larger.
Those eight years were my honest attempt to become what I now call the Model Citizen.
I didn’t reject the ideal.
I embraced it completely.
And it nearly broke me.
For many years, I believed that meant I had failed.
Today, I believe it raised a much more important question.
What if the Model Citizen is not simply an ideal?
What if, for some nervous systems, it is a trap?
Every society develops an idea of what a good citizen looks like. There is nothing unusual about that. Human beings have always lived in groups, and every group develops ideals that encourage cooperation and survival. We naturally admire courage, honesty, generosity, competence, and dependability because these qualities help a community function. The existence of shared ideals is not the problem.
The modern world, however, has quietly created something much larger than a simple collection of admirable qualities. It has created what I think of as the Model Citizen. The remarkable thing about the Model Citizen is not that it exists, but that almost nobody notices it. It is never introduced as a formal philosophy or taught as a single lesson. Instead, it gradually settles into our minds through thousands of small experiences. Parents, teachers, employers, television, advertising, schools, friends, and the culture itself all contribute tiny pieces until the picture feels less like an idea and more like reality. Most of us never consciously choose this model. We simply inherit it.
The modern Model Citizen is expected to work full-time, arrive on time, answer emails, maintain a clean home, raise successful children, stay physically healthy, nurture relationships, advance a career, plan for retirement, remain organized, and continue contributing year after year with remarkable consistency. None of these expectations seem unreasonable when viewed individually. It is only when they are gathered together and examined as a whole that their extraordinary weight begins to appear.
For many people, this model fits reasonably well. For others, it becomes an invisible measuring stick against which they judge themselves every day. If you have ADHD, there is a good chance that this experience feels painfully familiar. Many of us spend years believing that the problem is simply a lack of discipline or organization. We buy another planner, read another productivity book, adopt another system, or promise ourselves that next Monday will finally be different. When these efforts fail, we rarely question the model itself. Instead, we question our own character. That is the first part of the trap.
The second part of the trap is even more subtle. The Model Citizen does not simply ask what you are capable of doing. It quietly assumes that you can continue doing it for the rest of your working life. This distinction turns out to be enormously important, particularly for people with ADHD.
Many people with ADHD are capable of extraordinary effort. We can immerse ourselves in new jobs with enthusiasm, learn quickly, solve difficult problems, build strong relationships, and work incredibly hard. Many of us have demonstrated this repeatedly throughout our lives. The difficulty is rarely our ability to perform. The difficulty is sustaining the same pattern of performance, on the same schedule, at roughly the same intensity, five days a week, year after year, for thirty-five or forty years.
The Model Citizen is built upon an assumption of lifelong consistency. It quietly assumes that every nervous system is capable of maintaining approximately the same rhythm over decades. Some people appear to thrive within that structure. Many others do not. People with ADHD often discover this reality earlier than most, not because we are weak or unwilling to work, but because our nervous systems tend to be organized around variability rather than uniformity. Many of us can sprint. What gradually breaks us is being expected to sprint a marathon every weekday for decades.
When this pattern finally begins to fail, the Model Citizen has only one explanation. We must not be trying hard enough. We need another productivity system, another strategy, another planner, another motivational seminar, another promise that tomorrow will be different. The possibility that the standard itself deserves examination rarely enters the conversation. As a result, many people with ADHD carry profound shame. We do not merely feel unsuccessful. We begin to feel that we have failed at being adults.
Looking back, I no longer believe that this shame was an inevitable consequence of having ADHD. I believe much of it came from evaluating myself against a standard that my nervous system was never particularly well suited to satisfy. That realization does not remove responsibility, nor does it erase the mistakes I have made. It simply changes the question I am asking. Instead of asking why I could not become the Model Citizen, I have begun asking what kind of life my nervous system can honestly sustain while still making a meaningful contribution.
That distinction is changing everything.
The goal is not to escape work, responsibility, or contribution. Those were never the problem. The goal is to stop confusing one particular model of adulthood with adulthood itself. There are many ways to contribute to society. There are many ways to build a meaningful life. The modern administrative model is only one of them, even though our culture often treats it as the only respectable path.
I suspect that this realization is particularly important for people with ADHD because many of us have spent decades trying to force ourselves into a life that continually demanded more administration, more consistency, and more sustained executive function than our nervous systems could comfortably provide. We often interpreted the resulting exhaustion as evidence of personal failure when it may have been evidence of a poor fit between ourselves and the model we were trying so desperately to satisfy.
Escaping the Model Citizen Trap does not mean rejecting society. It does not mean rejecting responsibility or expecting the world to reorganize itself around us. It means recognizing that a standard can be both widely accepted and poorly suited to certain nervous systems. It means giving ourselves permission to design lives that allow us to contribute honestly, sustainably, and without constantly waging war against our own minds.
Perhaps that is the real freedom. Not becoming the Model Citizen, but finally understanding that our worth was never meant to depend upon becoming someone we were not. The world does not need another exhausted imitation of an ideal that happens not to fit. It needs people who understand themselves well enough to build lives in which they can contribute for a lifetime—not by pretending to be someone else, but by becoming more fully themselves.


