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Well, my parents weren't the greatest. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all that they did for me, but I rarely ever saw my doctor outside of getting shots or whatever... Typical stuff.
Basically, unless I had an obvious and physical problem, like a not insignificant injury or infection, we dealt with it ourselves. So I'm not surprised that I fell through the cracks, so to speak.
I did ok in school. I could have done way better, but I at least passed pretty much every class I took. There were some exceptions in college due to extenuating circumstances, but I got it done.
The change happened when I started researching ADHD because my SO has a solid diagnosis for it, so I wanted to understand them a little bit better, and a lot of the symptoms just resonated with me. So I took action, got assessed and now I'm medicated for it and I couldn't be happier about it. My brain works differently. I'm different. That's not a bad thing (could you imagine how boring it would be if we were all the same?). I'm proud of myself.
I'm not really shy about telling people about it, though I tend to keep it to myself until it's relevant... I don't go into a room full of new people and blurt out that I'm on meds for ADHD. But if someone asks, I don't have any hesitation in telling them. There's so shame in it, there's no reason to be ashamed of it. My brain works counterintuitively, and I've done my job as a human, and gotten treatment so I can function normally. I'm not responsible for my brain chemistry being all screwed up.
Anyways. I feel like I'm talking in circles now. I hope you have a good day.