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*Messy, poorly written angry post, probably not worth the read…
Honestly, you fucking can’t with ADHD. I was diagnosed at 15 years old.
Intrusive Thought: Do I really have ADHD if it was diagnosed so late, or was my psychologist off on her assessment?
I’m typing this as my roommate makes food in our small condo.
My thought: Is my roommate mad at me? What’s she thinking out there? Is she mad at me? Why can’t I fucking remember what I am trying to type? Why is it so distracting every damn time I hear her close a damn cabinet door?
I drove to meet a friend for coffee. “You just can’t keep showing up late to our plans,” she said last month. For our last two plans, I showed up 5 minutes early. Today even left 10 minutes early, I didn’t account for the snow and managed to show up 10 minutes late. I cried in my car on the way there. On the drive home, I forgot that I had left three of the candles on at my condo. I called my boyfriend letting him know I would have to drive home to blow out the candles before I could come to see him. The roads are covered in snow and cars are spinning out left and right on the drive. I realize it’s too risky to drive back out to meet up with him. He’s disappointed, I can hear it in his voice.
