Trying to untangle this spaghetti and I'd really appreciate others weighing in. I'll try to keep it as brief as possible.
Backstory
I'm your textbook case of the girl they missed because she was naturally bright and well-managed who started falling apart at the seams the moment adult responsibility hit and I had to make my own decisions.
Diagnosed mid-20s (I'm 30 now) with combined and I take 60mg Elvanse pretty much daily unless I sleep in / have a write off day / forget.
Problem
DD(12) was finally given her dyslexia assessment report on the second last day of term. 😫
Zero time to discuss it - a quick 10min call which caught me off guard, and since she'll be going to high school in Aug there likely won't be.
Basically - she's been diagnosed with dyslexia but I strongly suspect it's adhd or both. She is 'Textbook' when the book isn't about hyperactive naughty boys.
High intelligence, terrible executive function. Especially working memory / processing speeds.
Obviously this is nothing new, she's exactly the same as me at that age and needs constantly 'managed' even with the simplest things like getting dressed or being reminded to eat or drink.
The problem is I was raised in a multi-gen house, with a mum and two very young grandparents to keep on top of me (strict) whereas I'm a single mother and not half as good at managing her as they were me.
This worries me, and why I'd love a second opinion.
The Question
Would you scrimp and save to find the £1000-£2000 needed for an adhd diagnosis at 12? I think the wait times are 1 year. Either that or we'll do the 4 year NHS wait which should take her up to adulthood at 16. Would you have wished your parents had done it as early as possible for you?
If you were diagnosed as a child were you medicated and how do you feel about it now?
It's really complicated trying to unpick my feelings on this. I have a love / hate relationship with meds. Love having the kitchen clean and the fridge stocked, HATE the fact I can never really enjoy eating any of it.
I frequently miss the way my mind used to work. The way I'd solve problems. Make up entire worlds / fantasy scenarios in my head. I had the sharpest wit. I was 100% powered on my emotions, I'd do whatever I felt like doing in the moment, and while that caused A LOT of problems in my life - teen pregnancy being one of them - it also lead to a fantastic career and a successful business and SO MANY fun memories.
On meds I'm not ruled by emotions. I can deal with the kids being arseholes without snapping and I can date a man without 'catching feelings' within the first 5 mins.
BUT the flip side is i.e I've been dating a guy for 2 months now, he's lovely, I like him, and yet if I heard he's moving to China tomorrow I probably wouldn't feel a thing.
And (for anyone unmedicated) it's not even like you can take days off to get 'the old you' back for a day or two, I just feel exhausted and meh about absolutely everything.
I always describe my adhd as like having a little demon inside me who always needed to be learning and risking and moving and building and fucking shit up.
Hated him, but there was something about the little bastard and if I could only go and live in a cabin in the woods with my chickens and my crossbow we'd have an absolute blast of a life.
The world I'm living in dictates he's in Elvanse Jail. At least until the apocalypse / societal collapse.
Conclusion
I don't think I'd have wanted to be diagnosed at 12. It was the responsibility of adulthood in this day and age (having to choose my children's school dinner every individual day 2 weeks in advance while making sure the Swim Kit is emptied on Wednesdays and oh shit it's 11.40pm on Tuesday night and the costume's fucking stinking and why aren't you in bed yet?).
I feel like the changes they're making with extra time and laptops etc for dyslexia should be enough to get her through high school and yes she will probably struggle and no she won't meet her full potential - but I left school at 16 and traded uni for a creative / hands on job and STILL outearn the vast majority of my friends who DID GO 15 years later?
Does it even matter if I can help her start a business or do what she actually wants to do?
I'm sorry this is sooooo long. Even if nobody can read it, it's been somewhat cathartic letting it all out 🙏🏻