I promise this blog won’t end up being just about me and ADHD, but this is another ADHD post!

It’s just over 3 months since I had the official ‘yes, you have ADHD’ conversation, and I can honestly say that is has had a huge, positive impact on my mental health. I obviously haven’t only had ADHD for 3 months, I have had ADHD for the past 53 years so the diagnosis and label didn’t change that at all. The diagnosis didn’t make it appear, it didn’t make it more or make it ‘worse’, but the diagnosis did change how I feel about me, and how I deal with how I feel.

For 53 years, I felt that I wasn’t enough, but I was also too much. I replayed conversations in my head over and over again. I had to stop myself butting in to conversations and finishing other people’s sentences. I felt I had nothing to say, but also had everything to say. People walking too slowly would make me stim, and if someone took to long to explain something obvious, I know my facial expression would show my boredom – this isn’t to be confused with conversations that start with one story and quickly deviate off to all kinds of unexpected places. These are my favourite conversations.

I still replay conversations, I still get fed up with people walking slowly, I will want to butt into conversations and feel all the feelings, but now I know it’s not because I’m broken, or because there’s something wrong with me. I have a brain that is whizzing at 100 miles an hour, focusing on everything and picking up on things that others may not. It’s not a superpower, but it’s me, and I am not broken.

Over the years, I have had multiple conversations with people who don’t want a label or a diagnosis, and I’ve written before that a diagnosis is a lens rather than a label; it allows other people to see and to understand, but I now understand how it also allows us to understand ourselves.

I remember when our eldest had his ADHD diagnosis, and he said it was a relief to know that he wasn’t going crazy, and that it was something that had a name. As well as allowing us to understand him a little more, it allowed him to understand himself. As he’s grown older, but before he left some, he sometimes told me that he may be having an ADHD week, so could I break things down into smaller chunks or instructions, and give specific times that things needed to be done. It could be ‘washing in the washing machine by 9am on Saturday’. This was a direct instruction with a deadline. It made things a little easier for both of us.

I understand the ‘ADHD weeks’ too – some weeks things seem to be more chaotic than others, and when they are like this, I have started using lists in my phone. I have to add a couple of things that I’ve already done so I can tick them off, as this makes the list less daunting, and also gives me a bit of a dopamine hit. I am also more honest about what’s going on with my thought process. In the past, if things didn’t go the way I expected, or if I was upset by something, I would clam up, but then be off with people close to me. Now I explain why I am feeling how I’m feeling, however obscure these feelings may seem when I say them out loud. It’s helping others to understand me, and stops me being stroppy or grumpy over something that can be resolved or understood.

Some have asked me if it was worth going to see my GP and then waiting 15 months for a diagnosis when I am in my 50s. Yes, absolutely yes. I had imposter syndrome about self diagnosis – was I just making excuses, and was I almost belittling the things that people who ‘really’ have ADHD go through? It has been liberating – and also explains why we missed so many signs and behaviours that our children had when they were younger. Your son putting a staple through his finger at 7, just to see if it would go through, doesn’t seem that odd when you did the same thing at the same age.

That saying, many are happy with self diagnosis, and that’s fine. I’m not saying everyone who thinks or knows they have ADHD or are autistic should go and get a diagnosis. It’s about doing what’s right for you.

For me finding out that I definitely have ADHD has been a game changer. I’m not on any medication, it hasn’t changed me that much, but it has allowed me to be kinder on myself, to explain how I’m feeling, and to rest when I am close to burn out.

Do I wish I had found out sooner? I’m not sure. I wish I could go back and hug my younger self and tell me everything would be ok, but I love where I am now, and finding out may have altered my course and led me somewhere else.

I feel I found out at the right time. I have ADHD, my brain is different not less, and I like it.