Is it really, Moes? I was asked recently by a national organisation about why I hadn't done a professional task which is an obvious omission on my CV. "Oh, imposter syndrome, it's a terrible thing" He paused and said "YOU get imposter syndrome?" which confused me. I mean, my CV looks shit hot, but we all know that I'm not really an expert, I'm lucky/was in the right place at the right time/had a couple of enthusiastic supporters/SOMEONE needs to get nominated every year and I did that thing that got a lot of attention, so they gave it to me because of the press coverage not because it was actually worthy.
I told my husband about the diagnosis, I hadn't told him I was going for a diagnosis, I just booked it after reading a thread on here. He's (undiagnosed) autistic* and hasn't mentioned it since, which was to be expected and is fine.
I told two friends, both of whom said "no you're not, don't be ridculous" So, I gave some examples of my impulsivity (like buying a flat without viewing it; resigning half way through a boring meeting because I'd rather be on a beach for a bit, so that night I applied for a job in Australia - got it and remember thinking very clearly as I was landing in Sydney "what the fuck am I doing here?"; getting engaged after a third date, etc) and some stuff about how many odd but effective ideas I have generated and they went "oh, yeah, maybe"
Maybe.
I have to have an ECG before getting the Meth. Seems sensible.
I am surrounded by yesterday's mess, but have moved onto today's work tasks, and I haven't had a shower yet and I have a walking meeting in 45 minutes. This means the mess will lie here until I have to clean the room again and I will feel guilty and frustrated by it. I am a terrible housewife, I just move mess around from one pile to the next.
I tried having a cleaner for a bit, but it was really stressful because I had to tidy before she cleaned. It was IMPOSSIBLE. So we live in almost-clean-chaos. It is one thing I'd really like to change, we have a really nice home and it'd be good if I wasn't ashamed when people come round. Well, I stuff things into cupboards or my bedroom before people come and then I can't find the things any more.
The more I think about this the more I think the lovely psychiatrist is right. I'm entirely typical of ADHD in females. I'm not sure what I think about it yet, but, I am keen to see if some Meth means I can tidy up a bloody living room.
(*opposites attract. And are bemused by each other)