I’ve never been diagnosed with ADHD, and I haven’t sought a diagnosis, but at 67 I’ve no doubt in my mind that I have it. I tick nearly every box going.
Perhaps you can relate? Have you ever been midway through mowing the lawn, only to abandon the mower to wash your crystals in the bath, while your bedroom sits upside down from a half-finished de-cluttering mission you started earlier, and the hoover has been plugged in, unused, in the middle of the lounge, for two days? Then you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
It was a lifelong pattern: misplaced keys, text messages half-written and never sent, shopping lists devotedly written out and then left forgotten on the dining room table. You get the picture.
But, on the other hand, when my brain found something it loved, it went to the opposite extreme. I could become so hyper-focused that I’d be fixated on a project for hours, even days or weeks, completely absorbed and happy, and at times, oblivious to everything else. I’ll never forget sitting with a client many years ago, so deeply focused that I was oblivious to the numbness creeping into my leg. As I stood up and realised my leg felt dead, I took a few steps anyway, trying to stay professional, and crashed to the floor. My leg had gone so numb it had buckled beneath me. My poor client was deeply concerned, and I was mortified.
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