I am 52.
yesterday I was diagnosed with Inattentive ADHD.
It wasn't a shock as I have been on a waiting list for a year but I genuinely thought it if I were to be diagnosed it would feel wonderful to be finally understood, validated and for all the pieces to finally slot together but instead I feel deeply saddened and very depressed.
I have been struggling with so much over the last 7 years. Caring for my mum who has Alzheimer's and breast cancer and helping my son struggle with 6 years of school anxiety (thankfully at 19 he is now much better). Helping my dd17 navigate life through her anxieties. I have spend many years helping others as until 6 months ago I was a PA for disabled people. I won't lie, it's been bloody draining.
I have had so many issues with my physical health too. Years of gynae issues and endless procedures at the gynae department over the last 13 years only to find out at the age of 50, it was undiagnosed endometriosis and adenomyosis. Decades of digestive issues which cause me problems every single day and being in perimenopause over the last 7 years has also brought me to my knees.
The ADHD diagnosis just feels like a kick in the teeth yet I thought it would help me make sense of my life and why I have always felt different from my peers and friends but it makes me feel like I am a giant failure. I have always struggled with finding a job I liked and could never fully concentrate enough to study (When I was 24 I had the chance to train to become a dispensing optician but I could not handle going to London every week). I was a SAHM in my 30's which, I know not ideal for most on MN but I loved it and it was some of my happiest years I have known but now I am a 52 year old woman in perimenopause who is bone tired, feeling useless, miserable and unwell on a daily basis. Nothing I have tried has helped me and my assessor has even advised me not to take the medications as it will more than likely exacerbate my gut issues so I am still floating in limbo-land.
I am also sad and angry for the younger me, the little girl who was constantly anxious, had lots of ocd's and strange behaviours but her parents didn't help her understand these feelings (not their fault I know as it was the 70's/80's). That little girl needed reassurance because she didn't understand why her brain was switched on 24/7.
Has anyone else been diagnosed later in life? How did it leave you feeling?