I don’t twiddle my pencil. I’m not hyper. I don’t engage in reckless behaviors. I am a full-grown woman. And, yes, I have ADHD.It took me three years to figure out I had attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).
Actually, 35, if you start from the very beginning. And then six more (and counting) to know what to do with it.It started when my mind, generally a pretty likable place, where you might find birds chirping and lots of plants in brightly painted pots, became unrecognizable.
It became a place I wanted to avoid.I became perpetually nervous. I was struggling to get through my workdays, uncertain of how much longer I’d be able to fake it.
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