Yes I don't really watch TV because I can't concentrate on it. On demand stuff sometimes, so I can pause it and take breaks when I get bored, but I am often playing a game on my phone and just listening
I haven't watched a film in years - they are just too long and often predictable and boring.
Reading is hit and miss for me. I used to read constantly when I was younger but I have really struggled to make the transition from young adult fiction to fiction written for adults. So I read a lot of non fiction for a while but then sometimes it feels a bit too much like trying to study and I can't take in what the book is saying. I've got quite into "true life story" stuff like stories of what it's like to be a police officer, GP, teacher, foster carer etc but I really struggle to read stories. I find that a lot of them are annoyingly pretentious, or have characters who just don't come across as believable or I think the worst which frustrates me no end is when they jump around in timeline constantly - I hate that - I just want to know what happened in what order, I don't want to have to keep track of what was last Tuesday and what was tomorrow afternoon, it's too much concentration required.
I really miss reading though and it makes me quite sad but I just can't find books I want to read.
DH is very, very patient. I don't really know how he copes with me
But I like that he appreciates me for who I am. He said the other day "I know your brain is scattered, but at least it works fast".
I didn't have my school reports by the time I got assessed. Irritating actually because I know what they said and they backed everything up (Bright but daydreams too much, lots of potential if she focused, participates well in class, needs to be more consistent with homework) - I had thrown them all away in a rare fit of decluttering when I moved country. My mum wasn't around but did fill in a questionnaire but I think it was just a box tick - they mostly spoke to me and they spoke to DH a little on the phone as well.
My symptoms all go back to childhood but never really caused serious problems for me until the scaffolding of childhood was taken away. It didn't matter that I had a messy bedroom - but social services and your landlord care if you have a dangerously messy house. I ate regularly when somebody else made dinner for me, but once I was on my own I'd live off biscuits for days. You don't forget to go to school or birthday parties or whatever when your parents are the ones who take you, but I have forgotten to go to work and social occasions when I am the one responsible for getting myself there. Etc, etc. I did brilliantly at school up until the point that teachers stopped breaking tasks down into manageable chunks and explaining that we should do them one at a time. I never developed that skill passively (this is how most people do learn skills) so I fell behind. And I was bright enough that the difficulties I did have lower down in school were all masked, even when my grades started slipping nobody really twigged because they were all still higher than average. It was only when I was looking back at school stuff for evidence that I found my year 10 mock GCSE grades and my actual year 11 GCSE grades were almost identical. That should never happen, because you're supposed to make a year of progress. I was astounded, looking at that, that nobody had noticed. But I still got As, Bs and Cs so I suppose I was still in the top stream and it didn't really stand out.
But other signs were there - never fitting in socially, losing things, being easily distracted, constantly a mess, etc. I'm not hyperactive and never have been, the inattentive type is apparently harder to spot, because the behaviours are not as problematic (only to the person with the disorder).
It was when I went to FE college at 16 that I started to seriously struggle with everything - the environment was so much less structured that I couldn't cope with it at all. Yet everybody else coped. It was the randomness thing - it didn't make sense. I didn't know why I could do a brilliant project one week and just totally fuck everything off the next. My teachers were baffled and angry with me (they thought I was being lazy) - I thought I was probably being lazy too but I didn't know how not to be - my "car" just wasn't working properly but I didn't have any idea why.
Then everything was basically one disaster after another after that until I met DH - he stabilises me. I have got so much better at coping now that I know what I'm dealing with, but I don't think I'd manage without him, which is a bit scary TBH.