Ugh, this is my mother. I was diagnosed with ADHD at 37 years old. She still doesn’t believe I have it because I was “normal” all throughout my childhood. But I spent my childhood running everywhere, climbing everything, and on the verge of tears if someone made me sit still for 2 seconds. My grades were awful because I couldn’t focus on the teacher in a classroom environment, and all my life, I’ve had the worst time processing auditory instructions.
I see some of the same ADHD symptoms in my mother as well, but she refuses to acknowledge she has it. She just thinks she’s highly productive. She has no clue that her productivity is boosted by a need to constantly be doing something.
She’s retired in her 70s but still needs to be involved in her community, running organizations or helping with local events. She can’t just sit still and enjoy retirement.
My mother believed I had ADHD, but did not believe I had PTSD from how she and father treated me throughout childhood into early adulthood (and never stopped, really). I finally managed to convince her yesterday. It feels like a huge weighted vest of rage has been lifted. I also got her to admit she has PTSD too, from my narcissistic father’s verbal abuse, and I told her I’m virtually certain I also have autism, and she’s watching the videos that helped me to understand this. And she even scheduled a therapy session for herself for the first time in her life. All it took was for me to take an adderall, and plan out my argument with organized bullet points, and present it in a calm and measured manner, instead of yelling at her in disorganized rage. Who knew.
Ugh, this is my mother. I was diagnosed with ADHD at 37 years old. She still doesn’t believe I have it because I was “normal” all throughout my childhood. But I spent my childhood running everywhere, climbing everything, and on the verge of tears if someone made me sit still for 2 seconds. My grades were awful because I couldn’t focus on the teacher in a classroom environment, and all my life, I’ve had the worst time processing auditory instructions.
I see some of the same ADHD symptoms in my mother as well, but she refuses to acknowledge she has it. She just thinks she’s highly productive. She has no clue that her productivity is boosted by a need to constantly be doing something.
She’s retired in her 70s but still needs to be involved in her community, running organizations or helping with local events. She can’t just sit still and enjoy retirement.
My mother believed I had ADHD, but did not believe I had PTSD from how she and father treated me throughout childhood into early adulthood (and never stopped, really). I finally managed to convince her yesterday. It feels like a huge weighted vest of rage has been lifted. I also got her to admit she has PTSD too, from my narcissistic father’s verbal abuse, and I told her I’m virtually certain I also have autism, and she’s watching the videos that helped me to understand this. And she even scheduled a therapy session for herself for the first time in her life. All it took was for me to take an adderall, and plan out my argument with organized bullet points, and present it in a calm and measured manner, instead of yelling at her in disorganized rage. Who knew.