Zoë learning to play bass ©Photo by Jake Chegahno 2011
Before my diagnosis (at 47) I spent decades wondering why I couldn’t do what other women did. You know: really complicated stuff like getting to work on time; finding a skirt and a top that matched; or high-functioning things like throwing a party or holding down a job.
And keeping a tidy, organized house? Forget it.
When I first discovered how my ADHD had left me in the dust when it came to dusting, I found it kind of depressing.
Officially, we’ve dropped the expectation that women must do it all: housework, childrearing, social organizing, etc. But let’s face it – most of us still try. If 9-to-5ers without ADHD lament not being able to keep up, try being me. (That was rhetorical, unless you’re a masochist.)
Admitting defeat…sort of
Prior to diagnosis, I’d adopted the persona of an eccentric renegade. This was my way to save face while admitting to myself that I’d never be as organized or competent as other women. On the inside, I had a secret agenda. So secret, in fact, that even I didn’t know it.