But you are so well adapted and can function so its not worthy of a diagnosis. /s
Internally suffers for years to come But hey, I look fine! /s
voice in the off but he wasn’t fine at all.
One of the many internal voices speaking over each other.
My husband didn’t get the diagnosis despite showing almost all of the symptoms, even some lesser known ones. However a part of the questoinaire was about struggles in his day-to-day life. And he doesn’t have that many blatant ones. He has a job that is pretty relaxed on when he works. Coming late is usually not a big deal. He has a huge knowledge and his job is his main interest, so even if he comes late sometimes he’ll still keep his job because he is great at it.
So yeah, same thing, functioning too well in his day-to-day life, even though his functioning comes at the cost of very high stress.
I’m pretty sure my wife has a different lemmy username lmao
Congratulations, you’ve internalized all the conformity and praise-seeking we’ve trained into you to the point you mask excessively! Also, we’ve insisted your every impulse is a sign of genius right up until you need birth-control, then its all your fault for liking boys, or not liking them but finding that out the hard way. Good luck!!
2 doctors and 1 councilor down and not one of them will commit to giving me medication of any kind. Gave the same excuse as the top comment here. As long as I’m American and poor I’ll never get my proper accommodation.
When I went back to work after maternity leave, I found myself trying to multitask while pumping at work in a little back room. I was trying to type at the same time before eventually spilling everything all over my work laptop. I had wasted like 45 minutes and lost everything I had pumped, but no use crying over spilt milk. My keyboard was also fucked, but I tried to stay calm. I told myself I can just hook up an external keyboard and use it like that. “This is fine.”
For a few weeks that worked. I walked around with an ancient Mac laptop and a loose bulky Microsoft keyboard hooked up by USB. But, I kept having issues with parts of the Mac keyboard that still functioned randomly turning on and interfering while I was working.
Finally I got frustrated and found a recommendation on an old Apple forum from someone on how I could just completely disable the Mac keyboard. So I just went for it. I had no idea what I was doing, but I ended up absolutely just fucking up the whole laptop, and it wouldn’t even turn on without crashing.
I panicked and tried asking somebody who at least knew a little more than me about tech for help. They were like “it’s probably not a big deal as long as you didn’t go into the terminal or something, haha.” I didn’t even really understand what that was at the time, but that’s exactly what I had done.
I didn’t want to have to explain everything with the pumping, and the breast milk, and the external keyboard, and the terminal to my boss, so I tried going to a Mac store in a mall way out in the suburbs. I fucking hate the mall and I hate the suburbs, but I went.
They couldn’t fix it, but they gave me the card of some guy in California who maybe could. I was seriously going to ship this absolutely fucked almost 10 year old laptop across the country to fix it, when finally I just went to our IT person and she was like “Why are you trying to fix this? This thing is ridiculously old, let’s just get you a new used laptop and move everything to an external hard drive…” Thank God for that lady.
Anyway, that was how, in my early 30s, I finally decided to seek treatment for my lifelong ADHD.
And even once I did that, it was still like a 6 months uphill battle before the psychiatrist I was seeing finally accepted I wasn’t “faking it.” Or at least before he finally accepted that I wasn’t going to just go away without getting treatment.
Like, even when I’ve been diagnosed since I was a kid, why the hell is it so hard to find doctors to continue my treatment‽
