Hope you don’t mind me dumping this on a chat thread. I’m a second away from deleting it but thought I’d add it here rather than set up my own thread. Hello everyone by the way. I will get round to reading all your posts. It’s probably really rude of me to just crash in like this but here goes…!
I need to speak to someone. I’m 2 years now on NHS waiting list for official ADHD assessment. Self-referred to my local mental health team 3 years ago after finally giving in and wanting help. Tried 3 or 4 types of Anti-Depressants/Anti-Anxiety meds in the past to deal with my ‘depression’ - over a period of 20 or so years. Nothing worked. But I was desperate so tried again via NHS.
After 6 weeks of Zoom ‘CBT’ my therapist could see I wasn’t getting it and said he’d like to try something else. Gave me the old ADHD questionnaire (a couple actually) and said I seemed to fit the bill (my words) and he would refer me. 2 years later I’m still waiting although they have sent a letter and said it will probably be at least another year.
I’ve been online of course and seen all the Instagram posts. I’m getting sick of them to be honest. All this showing off of ‘look how many different types of drinks I’ve got on the go!’ posts. I have times when I think it’s all bollocks and I’ve got sucked into all and just need to give myself a good shake.
Yesterday though was horrendous. Basically my teenage DD broke down and told me how frustrated she gets. She hates to come home to the house being a tip, nothing done, and that her Dad has to do all the cooking and cleaning when he’s so tired after a busy day at work. And she hates how I make all these plans and rotas but abandon them and have all these great ideas but never follow them through. And, this bit hurt the most, she hates how I try and push all my ideas onto her and her sister because ‘you couldn’t achieve them in your life so you want us to achieve them for you’.
She was hysterical and she’s normally so level-headed and hard-working and good and we have a laugh together. But this just exploded out of no where. I sort of held back because I didn’t want it to turn into being all about me and ‘but poor me and my ADHD, take pity on me’ because she didn’t need that - she wanted listening to and there were other things bubbling in there I needed to get at.
But fuck me. The utter paralysis I felt. I sat there holding her, crying with her and felt - I’m supposed to be the mother here and I haven’t got a fucking clue what to do or say. And the rejection (yeah, yeah that old ADHD chestnut) was like a knife twisting in my guts. Self-loathing, sense of failure etc…
I don’t know what to do. I thought I would get up this morning early, start tidying up, plan dinner, go out and have a walk, join the gym, buy some storage boxes to organise the washing better. All I’ve managed is putting on a wash at 8am coming back to bed and am still here - have been watching ADHD videos on youtube, tried to research an App that might help me (can’t make up my mind there are so many), screenshotted articles and now it’s fucking midday 4 hours later. The only thing I’ve managed to achieve is to make myself cry again.
I know there are no easy solutions. But I can’t think what my next step should be - literally. I guess I’ll get dressed and brush my teeth and go out and buy something for dinner. But I don’t know what. I just feel so hopeless. Sorry everyone - so pathetic. I work part-time in a stress-free job - I’ve had a far more well-paying career in my pre-kids past but can’t cope with that now.
I want to pare my life down. Throw away all my hobby-related shite that clutters up the house. Bin all my millions of note books and jotters that I’ve made all my half-arsed plans in.
I’m on high blood-pressure medication and am Type 2 diabetic so chances are I won’t be able to take any ADHD medication even if I do get diagnosed.
Just feel so hopeless. I thought I was just helping my kids by encouraging them - I’m appalled I’ve come across as using them for my own unfulfilled ambitions. I can’t deny them this perception - if it’s what they feel, it’s what they feel. But I thought I was never pressuring them or being a ‘tiger mum’ / in many ways I thought I was too soft. My mum and dad never cared how I did at school as long as I wasn’t causing trouble. I did well at school - classic well-behaved, perfectionist day-dreamer.
Sorry for rambling will stop now. Promise I’ll come back when I’ve dug my way out of this slough. Thought you guys might at least understand the utter hopelessness I feel right now.