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Newly diagnosed too...
Three months in and it's still all confusion. I'm grappling with the diagnosis, which includes relief - yes, after years of multiple diagnoses of depression and generalized anxiety disorder finally finding out what has been at the core of it all - but then again, also profound sadness that I wasn't diagnosed earlier. And the looking back (that does no good) wondering how life might have been if I had been diagnosed earlier is still weighing heavily on me.
I am 50 years old. 50! I could get mad at the medical profession for missing it, but I didn't see it (and now that I do, Iike most of you I imagine, I am astounded at how obvious it is: I am practically a walking, talking ADD cliche) and those who did notice my 'differences', I believe usually marked it down as the side-effects of my over-the-top, creative, expansive personality.
And for many years I had a very successful career (or series of careers) as a media personality - radio, television and print journalism - but always changing...moving... shifting...I read in one of the books that a surprising number of women with ADD/ADHD get involved in journalism because of the ever-changing shift of work and focus. I get it. It worked for me.
But of course, nobody really knew me; and whether I knew what I had or not, some instinct made me hide as much as I could of the obvious signs of it, of which I was so ashamed. (Messy, hopelessly disorganized... even when I have money I screw up because I can't open envelopes and my powers of procrastination are very powerful indeed... super smart, super bright, super mercurial... but the simplest of organizational and planning tasks were completely beyond me. Able to zone out in front of the computer for hours - focused to the point of zombiedom. But I can't get to an appointment on time to save my life.... and so on and so on and so on...)
I have almost always lived alone and even I never knew why (I've always had boyfriends and even a number of proposals) except that I do... I realize now I needed to be alone to be myself - my weird, spinning in circles, disorganized self... without judgment. Trouble is/was, I couldn't ignore my own judgment and the resulting loss in self-esteem it created.
But now in this tough economy, though I still have contacts and even fans, as a freelancer (or rather as an ADDer who freelances) I cannot sort out myself to get work. Right now I'm starting my own small niche media company with two much more organized partners - I bring the creative - and here's hoping things work out. And here's hoping that with my new diagnosis and research and learning - and medication - I can make professional go of it.
Sorry - this is probably not the right place to talk about all this stuff, but once I got going... well, you now how it is...
Anyway, all of this to say that I have been very hurt by the careless reactions of a few of the friends to my diagnosis. Just the other day, one of my closest friends, a journalist herself with access and experience of research and study just smiled and replied to my excited confession of enlightenment with: "Actually, I don't believe in ADD."
My friend - who I thought knowing me well would immediately see the truth of it... who I would have thought would respect my own journey to this conclusion, looked at me and spoke as though I was looking for excuses, or answers outside my own culpability, in order to explain the eccentric behaviour shes been watching for 15 years.
Seriously? It broke my heart. And I wasn't unaware (from my research) that I might get this response from time to time. Funnily enough I have a friend with Epstein Barr who's spent decades being snubbed from everyone from friends to doctors and specialists in her 30 year journey with EBV ( not me!) who has given me years of a close-up look at those who don't 'get it'. But until a close friend looked at me and completely blew off the diagnosis that I struggled to achieve and that I fervently hope will make my life (in time) infinitely better, I didn't know how much it could hurt. Or how frustrated I'd feel, or how all the things I said next (recognition by medical bodies, stats, uncanny parallels, test results etc.) sounded like a desperate attempt to justify myself. She just nodded and smiled and said: "Well... maybe..."
Sorry for all this info - and I have so many more questions and comments, and help to ask and opinions to gather (on meds and such - still struggling with adderall XR and dexedrine IR) that I just want to end by saying that I just heard this remark the day before yesterday - and I am still feeling it and seeing her face. And I am going to have to blow THAT off - or I will spend the rest of my days not learning to cope with this thing, but with trying to manage people's reactions. And as a time-waster, I can tell you already know that would be right up there!
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