It’s taken me nearly three years to get from the initial realisation that I have adhd to finally sitting down for an assessment to confirm it. And now I feel absolutely trashed.
Everything seemed to come into focus when I learned about adhd - all my struggles made sense, many of the choices I’ve beaten myself up for made sense. It’s been very affirming.
And on a rational level I know that the diagnostic criteria were developed for boys and men, and that they exist to gatekeep support for impairment and difficulty.
I’ve had misgivings about whether I’m wrong to seek a diagnosis when I’m doing okay generally (although some days I’m very much not), appropriating a term because it’s trendy after spending a life studying how to pass for normal and not even recognising I was masking and mirroring.
But women like me often break badly before anyone recognises a problem and I’ve already had two mental breakdowns so I deserve to look for help.
Sorry - this is rambling!
I’ve just sat through two days of questioning where every bit of my life and personality was picked over and I feel raw. All my favourite things about myself were held up as evidence for wrongness. I just want to climb into bed and never leave the house again.
I feel like my mask has been ripped off, I’ve been seen and it’s all just horrible.
RSD I know. I know. But fuck this just feels worse than anything.