Sometimes i wake up at 3 am in a cold sweat imagining someone saying, "if you actually cared you would have made it a priority"
And then I panic set 17 more alarms for everything
I can’t remember which book it was in but the author had a patient who wasn’t dx’ed until age 88. She spent the next couple years of therapy learning to forgive herself for a lifetime of self-loathing and perceived failures. I think about her a lot
neither of my parents was ever diagnosed but when my mom heard my diagnostic criteria she was like “…well I know where you get THAT from.” At nearly 70. She just masked/developed coping tools like WHOA. And my dad reads EXTREMELY like AuDHD. Including my dyspraxia.