Parts of this thread are so depressing.
Before I was diagnosed, as an adult, the bullying that was dished out in my direction for behaviours that I simply couldn't fix led me to the brink of suicide.
You simply can't explain where the time has gone, why you forgot that thing or got the date or time wrong for something else. You desperately want to "fix" yourself.
Others try to suggest strategies to you that for them are as natural as breathing (keep a diary, make a list, "just do it, you can if you try"). Their frustration is understandable.
You become ground down, despite hiding your distress and having to pick yourself up and make excuses for yourself daily that start to wear thin. The self loathing starts then, driven by the mocking, the RSD, watching your peers succeeding in ways that you struggle so hard to match.
You hide all this, you mask it and frantically try to make it look like it's all ok on the surface, when you are expending 5x the energy on keeping it together that anyone else has to.
Some days you slip up, and it all crashes down, you burn out through the endless chatter of your brain trying to divert you from what you NEED to get done, but the dopamine pathways in your brain don't play ball. You pull all nighters to meet deadlines because the only thing that kicks you into gear is the horrible, gut wrenching, exhausting kick of adrenaline that gets you started because you're finally backed into a corner.
Then you might be lucky enough to get support, a diagnosis, some medication that wrecks your blood pressure and burns you out at the end of each week with a comedown that you haven't had since your twenties.
You realise that the wine on a Friday is to shut your whirring brain up and you start to wonder about your best mate, dead of a heart attack at 42 due to alcohol that you bonded with at school because you were so alike in many ways. He self medicated himself to death because he was mocked, his distress minimised.
You start to see it in your own children, you get them support, your family minimise and you fear that your friends are mocking when you come out with it. You open up at work, some are sympathetic, some clearly think you're taking the piss.
What do we do? It's a fucking horrible condition at the end of the day.
Some of the comments on this thread are disappointing, disturbing even. It's real, very real, I'd love to have this out face to face with some of you as you clearly need to get the message. Damn right it shouldn't be used as an excuse, but it is a reason. A fucking good one.
To the the rest of the ND tribe. I'm sorry we have to deal with this ignorance, but things are improving, slowly.