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.
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.