I’d like some input from people whose partner had a late diagnosis of ADHD.
My husband is a lovely kind gentle man, i love him but he’s always been seemingly unable to function in the real world. I never managed to convince him to have a job, he stayed at home throughout the whole of our relationship which I’m massively resentful for because he does the absolute bare minimum - the flat is tiny and imo with no children and no pets with one person being home all day it should be fucking spotless (spoiler, it isn’t!). It got to the point that I can’t take this any more, I find myself being envious of our friends who have a clean house, a cleaner (we had one for a while but I was lying in bed awake at night fuming that she was pussyfooting around him while he was faffing about on his football team’s website, so I stopped calling her with an excuse), who go on holidays (it’s not that we can’t afford holidays but again when we do go away I spend an unhealthy amount of time thinking how I’d be spending half the money and would have more fun if I was going with a girlfriend, so now I find every excuse not to go), who have obvious chemistry (I can’t bear to be approached sexually, I’d love a cuddle but he’s withholding them because he’s hurt that it never leads to sex)... A few months ago he realised that he probably has ADD which initially i rolled my eyes at (ADHD without the Hyperactivity = surely that’s just a new fancy name for laziness?!?) but then he opened up and started telling me more and more of what goes on in his head, I started reading about it and I have to admit a lot of infuriating behaviours now make more sense. At the same time I think when he really WANTS to do something he somehow manages to get his shit together and do it, so why not a job? Why not the dusting or the mopping?
He’s waiting for an assessment which we know can take years, in the meantime he’s become massively emotionally invested in this diagnosis, and every time I complain about something he pulls the ADHD card. We haven’t had sex for many years and I now realise it’s because I always felt like I was parenting him, which is hardly a turn on. And now I feel like I’m his carer.
I have told him I’m unhappy and we have started talking about divorce, but part of me wants to cling to the hope that with medications he’ll get better and we’ll find our way back in some way. At the same time I don’t think I’ll ever manage to find him sexually attractive, it’s been so so long since I did.
I wonder if anyone has found themselves in a similar predicament and what the outcome was. Thank you to whoever had the patience to read till the end