Battling executive dysfunction all day at work - i.e. not being able to get on task, then stay on task, then focus on what I should be doing, etc etc - is exhausting. When I get home and I see the hoover needs putting away and the fridge has mouldy food in and a million other things need doing, and my brain is already exhausted but spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and I'm sensorily overloaded from constant input but also need constant dopamine hits to motivate myself... one of two things happen.
Either I just can't do it - will spend 3-4 hours sitting on the sofa internally WANTING to put my pyjamas on or cook or tidy or do anything that isn't just sitting there (my mum said I used to look like I was in a trance, but my mind was going ten to the dozen - I just didn't have the 'revs' to get physically doing anything).
Or I'll start - I'll open the fridge to clear it out and spot that there's no milk, so I'll go to write 'milk' on the shopping list on the side, and when I'm there I'll spot a card I was meant to post, so I'll go to text DH to ask if he can pick up stamps, and as I'm texting him I'll see a notification (smartphones + ADHD = hell) and end up scrolling Twitter for an hour and then I'll see a post about making your own candles or something and I'll go hunting for whether we still have the candle making equipment I bought on a whim (ADHD + impulsive behaviour) 3 years ago and pull a load of stuff out of a cupboard then when I'm in there I spot some photo frames I've been meaning to put up for 6 months so I'll go and search for the hammer and nails and while I'm in the garage I'll see the bikes are filthy from when we went out last week so I'll go back in the house, leave the hammer on the side, get some cleaning stuff out, back to the garage, start cleaning the bikes, then DH calls me back so I answer and walk around talking to him for a bit and while I do it I take the clean washing out of the dryer and put it on the side but I don't fold it because as I do that I notice the cats haven't been fed so I get the box of cat food out...
And suddenly it's 2 hours later and the fridge still has mouldy food, there isn't milk on the shopping list, I've pulled a load of stuff out of a cupboard, there's a hammer and nails and photo frames on the kitchen side, the garage is open and now I need to remember to lock it, there's a box of cat food and some clean washing on the side... I've achieved almost nothing and it's even more of a mess. And then the shame and frustration kicks in and I hate myself for being unable to do what normal people do, and the shame is paralysing so I go in search of dopamine (ADHD brains lack dopamine, that's part of the problem) which manifests itself as scrolling Tiktok mindlessly for 45 minutes or eating sugary shite or whatever, which doesn't really help the shame and self-loathing.
On the flip side, I describe it as having a machine gun which you can't aim most of the time but sometimes it just locks onto a target - you can't pick it, but sometimes you just LOCK. IN. And when that happens it could be something unproductive (like 'youtube rabbit hole on how to build a chest of drawers' when I'm supposed to be cooking) but it can also be productive. And when that happens, I ride that wave - I was cleaning the bathroom at 3am the other week because I couldn't sleep and suddenly ALL the available focus and concentration in my body was hyper focused on making the house clean and I was like a woman possessed, cleaning the top of cupboards I've never even looked at before. The brief 24 hours after those rare cleaning binges are the nicest my house ever looks, ha!
It's a shitty disorder, because so much of it looks like laziness, but it's so damaging to your self-esteem to KNOW what needs doing but be utterly incapable of executing it. Like being in a car, in first gear, at the lights, and the lights go green and you know you need to go, but your leg has suddenly gone numb and you can't press the accelerator, while the passengers are going "...just go??? Just press the pedal?". Horrible.