The Year I Met My Brain - Matilda Boseley
The Year I Met My Brain - Matilda Boseley
The Year I Met My Brain - Matilda Boseley
An essential and empowering guide for any adult living with ADHD –
compassionate, funny and full of practical tips.
The Year I Met My Brain is the ultimate travel companion for navigating
and enjoying life as an ADHD adult, covering:
Cover
About the book
Title page
Dedication
Acknowledgement of Country
Why I use the word neurodiversity
Introduction
Part One: Learning
Diary entry: Whirlpool afternoons
1 Why is everyone suddenly talking about ADHD?
Diary entry: Swan poo
2 What’s wrong with me?
Diary entry: Planning to be spontaneous
3 What’s going on inside my brain?
Diary entry: The warning signs
4 What does ADHD mean for a grown-up?
Diary entry: Once again, it’s 3.30 am
5 Am I okay?
Diary entry: The bad wife
6 Where did all the girls go?
Diary entry: Grass shaped like a cow
7 How does race factor into this?
Diary entry: Hobbies can hurt
8 How did the internet know?
Part Two: Living
Diary entry: Not ADHD enough
9 What happens now?
Diary entry: The guilt of burnout
10 How do I live with it?
11 How do I hack it?
12 Which battles are worth fighting?
Diary entry: The logistics fairy
13 How do I live with other people?
Diary entry: Where’s my light switch?
14 Should I take these pills?
Diary entry: Crying on the step machine
15 What’s the worst that could happen?
Diary entry: Foot glue
16 So, should I love my brain or not?
While writing this book I put a lot of thought into whether to use the terms
‘neurodiversity’, ‘neurodivergent’ and ‘neurotypical’, as they’re a topic of
heated debate among autistic and ADHD communities (as well as many
others, I’m sure).
If you haven’t come across these words before, ‘neurodiversity’ is a
way of talking about groups of people within our society whose brains have
developed or function differently from the majority. These people are
described as ‘neurodivergent’, while those with more, I guess, factory-
standard brains are ‘neurotypical’.
There’s no absolute consensus on who ‘counts’ as neurodivergent, but
the term generally encompasses those with autism spectrum disorder
(ASD); attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD); dyslexia and its
lesser-known cousin conditions, dyscalculia, dysgraphia and dyspraxia
(which create difficulties with maths, writing and coordination
respectively). Some also broaden this out further to include those with an
array of other neurological disorders, mental health conditions and acquired
brain injuries.
The term was coined by Australian sociologist Judy Singer in the 1990s.
Notice I said sociologist, not psychologist. That’s because ‘neurodiversity’
isn’t a medical term, nor is it intended to be. Instead, it’s a cultural and
political one born out of the autistic self-advocacy movement.
It’s a way of moving away from the idea that there are ‘healthy’ or
‘normal’ brains on one side of the line and ‘diseased’ ones on the other. It
leaves room to acknowledge the neutral and positive parts of having the
minds that people with neurological differences do. And, most importantly,
it allows us to widen the conversation and discuss how society can create a
world that accommodates the way our brains work, rather than solely
focusing on how to ‘cure’ or ‘fix’ us.
But the term isn’t universally accepted. Some people with these
conditions feel that the concept of ‘neurodiversity’ is a form of toxic
positivity that’s ultimately dangerous to disabled communities. Now, I do
understand where they’re coming from, because, yes, in the hands of some,
the seemingly harmless sentiment that these conditions ‘aren’t just
disabilities, they’re superpowers’ can quickly turn into ‘and therefore it’s
unnecessary, perhaps even evil, to diagnose and treat them’, and ‘these
medications are being used to turn our kids into robots’, and ‘stop
complaining and asking for accommodations, you’ve been given a gift’. In
fact, some large online ADHD communities have denounced and even
banned the use of ‘neurodiversity’ and related terms for this very reason.
But, honestly, I think this is a massive overgeneralisation and pretty
behind the times. That extreme ‘disabilities don’t exist’ mindset was not
how I was introduced to these words, and I have never seen them used this
way among younger generations. Language is constantly evolving, so while
in the past ‘neurodiversity’ may have been more aligned with these (entirely
incorrect) views, this is not what they mean to the vast majority of people
now. For me, the term has always been about acknowledging that
neurodevelopmental disorders are disabilities, but that’s not all they are. For
many people, conditions like ADHD and autism are part of their identity,
they’re a way of travelling through the world, and they represent so much
more than just a list of impairments in a diagnostic handbook. I’ve always
seen ‘neurodivergent’ as a neutral or even an empowering term, so
ultimately that’s why I decided to use it in this book.
However, I acknowledge that there’s a more nuanced discussion to be
had about the neurodiversity movement and how, if we’re not careful,
moving away from a purely medical view of neurological disabilities could
potentially endanger those with a higher level of support needs. So, just
know that I’m not ignoring this issue, and I’ll be diving into it more in later
chapters.
Introduction
At first I was pretty embarrassed by the way I found out I have ADHD.
Because the truth is, it wasn’t my parents, my teachers or my psychologist
who first clocked that there might be something different going on in my
brain. No, it was the ‘dancing app’, TikTok.
I’d been a casual viewer on the app throughout 2019, but when the
COVID pandemic struck and the world shut down, I was utterly consumed,
watching people make frothy coffees and do elaborate craft projects for
hours each day.
I can’t exactly remember when I saw the first ADHD video, but it was
titled something like ‘Five little-known signs of ADHD in women’, and I
found it mildly interesting. When the video ended, I played it again and
counted on my fingers all the things I related to, then hit the little heart-
shaped ‘Like’ button at the side of the screen, saving the video in case I
wanted to rewatch it later.
But this simple act must have alerted the AI overlords that I had at least
a passing interest in the topic, so they shot a couple more ADHD videos my
way. And just as predicted, I watched them, liked them and maybe even
visited the creators’ pages to check out some more. This is gold for a
company such as ByteDance, which owns the app – it had found a topic that
kept me on its app and therefore kept me consuming its ads. So, like the
dystopian megamind it is, the algorithm kept showing me more and more of
these videos, desperate to extract every possible advertising cent my
eyeballs could buy.
But as a side effect, my feed was suddenly filled with not just content
about ADHD, but content made by women with ADHD, for women with
ADHD. It was the first time in my life that I’d ever really considered that
women could even have the condition, and, wow, a lot of the things they
were talking about really did sound a lot like my anxiety.
After a few weeks, it began to dawn on me. I wasn’t only interested in
these videos because it was cool to fall down a new internet rabbit hole. I
was transfixed because the women on my phone were talking about me. It
was as if they were reaching into my brain, pulling out everything that had
ever made me feel weird and different but could never formulate into
words, and listing them off in sixty seconds or less.
I know it’s corny to say, but watching these videos made me realise how
lonely a little part of me had felt for all these years. Without even knowing
it, I’d been keeping this secret shame tucked away, too scared to even admit
there was something I was hiding. And here these people were, sharing it
with hundreds of thousands, if not millions who all felt the same.
So I talked to my GP, who told me to talk to my psychologist, who,
although surprised by my hypothesis, agreed there was probably something
to it. She sent me back to my GP, who gave me a referral to a psychiatrist –
and five months and $700 later I had my answer. TikTok was right.
Through some accidental quirk of late-stage capitalism, ByteDance had
built a computer program that knew my brain better than I did. And I’m
certainly not alone in this. Psychiatrists I’ve spoken to from all around the
world have told me about the uptick of people, adult women in particular,
talking to them about the videos they’d seen on TikTok and wondering if
they might have ADHD.
An app that deals entirely in short, funny videos, delivering repeated
bursts of immediate gratification, with an algorithm that has a knack of
exposing undiagnosed people to educational content about ADHD, would
be a game-changer in and of itself. But combine this with a global
pandemic that utterly obliterates the concept of ‘normal’ for billions –
toppling many people’s carefully built towers of routine, coping
mechanisms and workarounds? Well, you’ve just created exactly the kind of
environment that would trigger ADHDers who were missed in childhood to
recognise that they need help and then seek a diagnosis.
It’s a big call, but I believe we’ll look back on the early years of the
2020s as one of the most pivotal moments in the history of ADHD, and one
that fundamentally restructured the way our society thinks about
neurodivergence in general.
However, as with any cultural turning point, this new, more adult
chapter in the ADHD story has brought with it heavy criticism and a touch
of moral panic, with copious articles and think pieces written about how
‘everyone has ADHD these days’ and ‘it’s even more overdiagnosed than
before’ and how people are ‘turning to medications rather than putting in
the hard yards to get their lives together’.
All three of these statements are extremely incorrect. But given they do
dominate so much of the conversation and can cause those of us navigating
our newfound identities significant anxiety, it might be wise to start our
journey by clarifying exactly how common ADHD is, and why
underdiagnosis, not overdiagnosis, is the far more pressing concern.1
You may have noticed that so far, I’ve only used the term ADHD,
not ADD, and there’s a reason for that. Many people, even plenty of
doctors and experts, use the two terms as if they describe similar but
slightly different conditions – one with hyperactivity and one
without. But this is a common misconception. ADD is actually just
the old name for ADHD before it was updated in 1987. But by then,
people had kind of gotten used to the term and it stuck around.
Nowadays, it’s mostly used colloquially to describe what’s officially
known as the inattentive presentation of ADHD.
Now, I don’t think attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder is a
particularly accurate or useful name for the condition either, but
when we’re only presented with bad options, we may as well pick
the one that’s in the most up-to-date textbooks.
Who’s to blame?
We still don’t know precisely what causes someone to get a case of the
fidgety brain, but those in the neuroscientific field are fairly sure it’s a
combination and/or accumulation of genetic and environmental factors. Or,
put more simply, certain genes make it possible for you to have ADHD, and
being exposed to specific conditions while in the womb, or in very early
childhood, can increase your chance of developing the disorder.
A decent body of evidence suggests there’s a correlation between an
increased risk of developing ADHD and factors such as low birth weight,1
being born prematurely,2 and even things such as exposure to lead3 during
gestation or at a young age.
It’s unlikely that any single environmental factor will straight-up cause
a baby to have ADHD. Instead, each factor just bumps up the chances little
by little. And, of course, we can’t chalk up all ADHD cases to external
factors alone, because it’s well known that the jittery genes tend to run in
the family.
Because we’ve only cottoned on to the idea that adults can have the
condition relatively recently, the sample sizes of family-based ADHD
studies tend to be small. But the data we have suggests that around 50 per
cent of families with an ADHD child will have at least one ADHD parent.5,
6 A number of other studies suggest that 40 to 57 per cent of children with
No ‘one’ ADHD
It would be nice if I could simply tell you, in one short sentence, the exact
genetic quirks that are responsible for ADHD – if there was a single gene
that I could point to and say, ‘That’s the culprit, get him, boys!’ But when I
asked the University of Melbourne’s Professor David Coghill, one of
Australia’s (and the world’s) foremost experts on ADHD, he told me that
there were likely hundreds, if not thousands of culprits. ‘It’s not just one
gene or two genes. It’s many, many, many genes, each having a very small
effect.’
These all eventually add up to create ADHD, but the truly mind-
boggling thing is that these genetic variations can occur and combine in
millions of different ways. ‘There is no “one” ADHD,’ Professor Coghill
tells me. ‘ADHD comes in lots of different flavours and lots of different
colours. And the balance of ADHD [symptoms] in each person can be quite
different.’
Personally, I like thinking about ADHD this way: not as a single
monolithic thing, but perhaps as something closer to a spectrum, or a lucky
dip of related symptoms. I remember in the early days, getting so stressed
if I read something about an ADHD trait I’d never experienced, wondering
if that meant my diagnosis was wrong. But no, it’s all different strokes for
different folks in the world of neurodivergence.
But the medical community loves categorisation. Diagnosis is merely a
shorthand way for medical professionals to communicate what’s going on
with a patient. So, simply saying ‘I guess the vibe of their ADHD is more
energetic, but they also like to doodle on their leg in meetings and they cry
a bit too often’ isn’t that helpful. So, in the end the medical professionals
seem to have reached a compromise, with three overarching terms that
describe the variations of the disorder.
The hurricane:
ADHD’s combined presentation
Now we come to the grand finale, and my own presentation – combined
hyperactive/impulsive and inattentive (ADHD-C). Plenty of people with
ADHD-I (inattentive) are still going to have a touch of hyperactivity and
impulsivity, and those with ADHD-H (hyperactive/impulsive) will have
shades of inattention too, but ADHD-C is the diagnosis you get when you
tick lots of boxes from both columns. Basically, it’s the ‘all of the above’
flavour, so focus is difficult, impulsivity is strong and the brain is always on
the go. It’s a lot.
Generally speaking, inattentive ADHD symptoms tend to be more
closely associated with academic impairment, trouble with employment
and low self-esteem, while hyperactive/impulsive symptoms are more
directly linked with peer rejection, risky driving and accidentally injuring
oneself.14 So, you can imagine having both is a real hoot and a half.
There’s a bit of mixed information about whether ADHD-I or ADHD-C
is the most common presentation. One meta-analysis study suggested that
the predominantly inattentive presentation may actually be the most
prevalent, but that those with a combined presentation are more likely to be
referred for clinical services, so it tends to get the most attention.15 (At least
this is the case with children; reliable presentation-specific adult data is
much harder to come by).
You might also have heard these presentations described as ‘subtypes’,
but that name changed in 2013 (when the DSM-5 came out), after it became
clear that an individual’s experience of ADHD isn’t set in stone. People can,
and often do, change presentations over the course of their life.
If there was any doubt in your mind as to whether ADHD was actually a
real, physical condition, know that there’s a growing body of evidence to
suggest that you can literally see the structural differences in scans of
ADHD and neurotypical brains.1 It’s not a hard line in the sand – there’s a
gradient of differences – but it’s still significant enough that people are
investigating whether we could use MRI scans to diagnose ADHD in the
future.
This probably won’t mean much unless you are a neuroscientist, but
in case you’re interested, those consistent differences in brain
structure are a slightly smaller amygdala, nucleus accumbens,
caudate nucleus, hippocampus and putamen, and a reduction in the
intracranial volume. A number of other studies have been looking
into differences in grey matter volume, too. Thrilling stuff indeed!
Let’s say you want to wash the dishes. This is what her next few
minutes are going to look like: first, you’ll have to actually notice that the
dishes need to be done – that’s some paperwork for her to fill out. Then,
when you get into the kitchen and see the kettle, you’ll need to ignore the
impulse to make a cup of tea. So Ethel needs to catch that ‘tea’ memo as it
goes into her inbox and throw it in the shredder. She also needs to get rid of
that emotional memo urging you to get upset and start crying when you see
how big the pile of dishes is, and the one that appears when it occurs to you
that the peace lily growing on the kitchen windowsill might need a little
water.
Next up, you need to plan out all the mini-tasks involved in washing the
dishes. You need to find the plug. You need to get the dirty cups from your
bedside. You need to put the right amount of soap in the sink. You need to
get some rubber gloves. Each of those is a form, and Ethel then has to take
all this paperwork over to the working-memory desk, rearrange it into the
most efficient order, run over to the long-term memory cabinet, pull up the
report from when you scalded your hand with hot water last time and staple
that to the bundle so you don’t do it again, chuck all that in a folder and
send it to the right department.
Plus, while this has been happening, nineteen more distracting impulse
memos have hit Ethel’s inbox and at this point she’s using her feet to
urgently throw them in the shredder and keep you on task.
Then Ethel needs to help you problem-solve when you realise the
detergent bottle is empty. That’s paperwork. She needs to make sure you’re
keeping track of all the time this is taking. That’s paperwork. She needs to
pull up the report reminding you not to use a scouring brush on the non-
stick frying pan that your grandma gave you as a house-warming present.
That’s paperwork too.
By the time the plates are in the drying rack, your Ethel has likely filled
out, filed, shredded and altered upwards of a thousand forms, and then,
without a second’s rest, she has to sweep absolutely everything off her desk,
change your mindset and move on to the next thing.
All Ethels miss memos and bugger up reports occasionally, but in an
ADHD brain – where her dopamine biscuit tin is often empty and her
noradrenaline coffee cup keeps running dry – the right paperwork getting to
the right department can become really hit or miss.
As you grow up, and especially once the omnipresent sense of structure
many people get from living with parents or guardians falls away, attention
becomes a fundamental part of keeping your life in order. So it’s no surprise
that my first year after moving out of home was total chaos. (It’s still pretty
chaotic now, but at least I know what’s causing it.)
Those are the most straightforward ways that ADHD expresses itself in
adult life, but there’s plenty of weirder, less obvious stuff too.
Emotional dysregulation
One of the most overlooked characteristics of ADHD is the way it changes
how one experiences emotions. Around 70 per cent of ADHD adults
experience higher levels of ‘emotional dysregulation’, which basically
means more rapid and drastic emotional shifts,7 with frequent highs and
lows.8 It also seems the more severe our ADHD symptoms are, the more
intensely we tend to feel negative emotions specifically.9
Time blindness
Your run-of-the-mill poor time management is a pretty fundamental
inattentive symptom of ADHD.15 This is one of the reasons why physical
fitness is important for us, because we regularly have to sprint the last 200
metres to catch our train. But our issues with time get way weirder and
more cerebral than this.
Now, the passage of time is a bit wonky for everyone, right? Your first
week at a new job feels ten times longer than your fiftieth week. An hour
spent playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild passes much faster
than an hour trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
Often in online ADHD communities, we hear people say that a common
symptom of ADHD is ‘time blindness’. But this is more of a nickname
than an official diagnostic term. See, it’s not that we have some totally alien
or unique perception of time, it’s just that the way we perceive its passing is
a bit wonkier than usual.
It’s been theorised that ADHDers, particularly those with severe
hyperactive/impulsive symptoms, tend to experience time very much in the
here and now. Dr Russell Barkley (a highly respected ADHD expert and
probably the world’s best known) has described it as a ‘near-sightedness to
the future’. He even goes so far as positing that, at its core, ADHD is ‘time
blindness’ and its ramifications.16 This is by no means the clinical
consensus – I’m not sure I even totally agree with it myself. But I’m
including it because recognising how profoundly ADHD actually impacts
my ability to judge, estimate or even really conceptualise time has been an
extremely important step in my quest to understand how my brain works.
As usual, we tend to see more of a research focus on kids in this area,
with a growing but still significant body of evidence suggesting that ADHD
children and teenagers are, on average, considerably worse at estimating
how much time has passed than their neurotypical peers. Specifically, they
tend to overestimate, leading experts to theorise that their ‘internal clock’
runs slightly faster than the normal person’s, meaning they potentially
perceive time as moving more slowly.17 Although far from conclusive,
some small studies suggest this applies to ADHD adults as well,18, 19 but
the symptoms do tend to decline with age.
decline as it gets further into the future would be way sharper. For example,
if a neurotypical person was asked to choose a packet of chips now or a free
five-course gourmet feast in a year’s time, chances are they’d choose the
feast. An ADHDer might instead think about how much they want those
delicious sweet chilli and sour cream chips in their tummy and grab the
packet. (This is not a clinically tested example, by the way. And I’m deeply
sorry if I’ve now made you crave sweet chilli and sour cream chips.)
This ADHD tendency towards delay discounting also means the
consequences for our actions can feel way less important if we won’t face
them for some time. This helps contextualise why deadlines and
procrastination can be so torturous for people with ADHD, because that
pressure of ‘Holy shit, I’m about to ruin my life if I don’t start writing this
essay right now’ might not kick in until much closer to D-day than for
someone with a neurotypical brain. For many of us, leaving things till the
last minute isn’t just an occasional hurdle to overcome, it’s a way of life.
Delay discounting can also make it really hard to do things like eat
healthily or quit smoking, where you’re being asked to deprive yourself of
dozens of short bursts of pleasure every day and the only motivating factor
is the distant, nebulous reward of ‘still being alive and healthy when you’re
seventy’.
Trouble sleeping
Issues with sleep have been associated with ADHD for a really long time,
and although it’s not part of that core symptom ring, there’s a strong
argument that it should be. In fact, ‘moves about excessively during sleep’
was actually on the DSM-III diagnostic criteria list back in the 1980s.22
While there’s fairly robust research on ADHD sleep issues in children,
hard-and-fast data on adults is significantly harder to come by. (Noticing a
theme here?) Unfortunately for us sleep-deprived dopamine goblins, the
little research we do have estimates that up to 85 per cent of ADHD adults
report excessive sleepiness during the day and a poorer quality of sleep in
general, including having more trouble drifting off and waking more often
during the night.23 (This is why some in the research world refer to ADHD
as a ‘24-hour disorder’.24)
Our sleep issues seem to be caused by a combination of factors. Some
are pretty straightforward: it’s hard to get to sleep if you can’t quieten down
the 800 million thoughts currently rushing through your head, and
struggling with impulse control can make it difficult to simply switch off a
great TV show or put down an amazing book just because 10 pm rolls
around.
Then there’s the complicating factor of stimulants – the most common
form of ADHD medication. As paradoxical as it sounds, stimulant
medications actually help some people with ADHD get to sleep. But for me
and many others, they create yet another barrier between us and the sweet
escape of unconsciousness, and forgetting to take them until later in the day
can mean hours of tossing and turning that night. (We’ll get much more into
ADHD medications in Chapter 14.)
ADHD also regularly occurs alongside more official sleep disorders and
syndromes, such as insomnia disorder, sleep-disordered breathing,25 restless
leg syndrome26 and narcolepsy. But possibly most interestingly, at least one
meta-analysis has concluded there is consistent evidence that ADHD is
associated with a delayed circadian rhythm.27
You know that innate instinct of ‘when the sun is up, wake up, when the
sun is down, get sleepy and go to sleep’? That is your circadian rhythm, and
one of the main chemicals that helps control circadian rhythm is melatonin.
Again, there’s more data for children28 than adults, but one study has shown
that night-time melatonin production kicks in nearly an hour and a half later
for people with ADHD,29 meaning that we might not even begin feeling
drowsy until well after our intended bedtime. This isn’t too much of a
drama for people who can just get up later, but if you have any ‘am’
commitments, for example, a job that requires you to be there at 7 or 9 am,
it may mean you’re consistently getting significantly less sleep than you’d
like.
There appears to be a correlation between how severe someone’s
ADHD symptoms are and how much they struggle with reduced sleep,30
delayed sleep onset31 and sleeping disorders in general.32 But the question
is, do the symptoms worsen the sleep issues, do the sleep issues worsen the
symptoms, or is there something biological happening in our brains that
causes them both? We don’t know yet, and it may well be a mix of all
three.33 But it does mean that, for ADHDers, getting a good night’s sleep
needs to be a priority. If only it weren’t so bloody difficult. (Don’t worry –
we’ll talk about some tactics to help with this in Chapter 10.)
Did you know sleep, inattention and impulsivity are all so closely
linked that sleep deprivation can even cause ADHD-like symptoms
in neurotypical folk?34 This is part of why ADHD diagnosis can be
so complicated, and why a physician may want to rule out the
possibility that your issues are entirely sleep-related before
prescribing you stimulant medication.
Shark week
I used to joke that when my life started falling apart, I knew my period was
coming. It turns out I was probably onto something, because a small but
growing body of research suggests that ADHD symptoms and the
menstruation cycle are pretty closely linked . . . in the most annoying way
possible.
The thing about oestrogen is that, while it’s mostly found in the ovaries,
it’s also produced in the brain, and is known to affect cognitive ability and
the functioning of dopamine.35 Thus, menstrual cycles have been found to
impact levels of attention, impulsivity, memory, mood regulation and
executive functioning in general.36 Which is especially important to factor
in when you’ve got a brain that struggles with these things to begin with.
When oestrogen is high and progesterone is low – such as just before
ovulation – it seems cognitive abilities are improved, mood is heightened
and ADHD symptoms are diminished. But when oestrogen is low and
progesterone is high – such as in the week leading up to one’s period –
everything, well, kind of goes to crap. Not only do ADHD symptoms
become more impairing, but anxiety and depression (conditions that often
occur alongside ADHD) may worsen too.37
There’s also speculation that increased oestrogen and progesterone
might negatively impact the efficacy of ADHD medications, particularly as
someone goes through ‘female’ puberty.38 This has led some researchers to
suggest that physicians adjust ADHD medication dosages in line with a
patient’s menstrual cycle39 – but this is hardly a widespread practice just
yet, and you should never independently adjust your medication regime
without consulting a doctor. Nevertheless, if you menstruate, it’s probably
worth tracking your period and remembering to go easy on yourself as the
crimson wave approaches.
Hyperfocus
While the psychological world hasn’t spent too much time so far
researching the intense bursts of hyperfocus experienced by many
ADHDers, they’re still a widely discussed aspect of the disorder. At least
one moderately sized study has shown a clear correlation between adult
ADHD and a higher intensity and frequency of hyperfocus across multiple
settings.40
In my experience, hyperfocus sometimes takes the form of a burst of
energy that allows me to get all my work done, clean my entire home top to
bottom, and briefly live out my productivity dreams. But it more often
means becoming unreasonably obsessed with some random TV show, or
convincing myself I’m going to become the kind of person who sews all
their own clothes, including designing the patterns (turns out, not as easy as
it seems) and purchasing a tiny $50 sewing machine that breaks the first
time I try stitching through sherpa fleece and then lies abandoned under my
couch for the next year. These bouts of hyper-fixation are exceedingly fun,
but they don’t help all that much with putting away the dishes.
Addiction
As I alluded to earlier, one of the most damaging and dangerous parts of
adult ADHD is the way it makes us vulnerable to substance abuse and
addiction.
Like, did you know, as an ADHDer you’re about three times as likely as
your neurotypical pals to become dependent on nicotine?41 I didn’t, and
golly gosh I wish I had, because I probably wouldn’t have been as blasé
about purchasing a disposable vape ‘just so I have something to do when I
want to step outside a loud party to talk with people’. I knew a number of
people who kept one in the back of a drawer somewhere that they’d pull out
for a night out, put back when they got home and not think about again for
weeks. I assumed I’d be able to do the same, and even though an occasional
puff still wasn’t particularly healthy, in my mind it didn’t seem like a real
risk to my wellbeing. But my little stimulation-starved mind couldn’t just
casually dip in and out of nicotine use. I couldn’t simply ‘not think about’
that vape when I was at home. The temptation of an easy dopamine hit
proved too great and, little by little, puff by puff, I gave myself a habit that’s
taken more than a year, dozens of attempts and a ridiculous amount of
mental energy to shake . . . mostly.
ADHDers don’t have the luxury of simply not thinking too much about
our consumption habits. We’re more than twice as likely as a non-ADHD
person to develop an alcohol problem, and the risk of us developing any
other kind of drug addiction is somewhere between two and three times as
high.42
Addiction is heavily associated with the brain’s reward system, with
addictive drugs producing powerful surges of dopamine. So it’s not that
much of a stretch to assume that this would be particularly hard to resist
when you have a hard time with impulse control to begin with and your
brain’s dopaminergic pathways are desperate for a boost.
We also know self-esteem plays a big part in substance abuse,
something many ADHDers already struggle with. And of course there’s that
element of self-medication I mentioned earlier, be it using depressants such
as alcohol or weed to relax, or using stimulants like caffeine or cocaine
because they increase the levels of noradrenaline and dopamine in the
brain and (potentially) assist with focus.
While you obviously can have both ADHD and bipolar disorder, it’s
worth noting that the oscillations between episodes of mania and
depression seen in bipolar – which fall at the extreme ends of the
emotional spectrum and often last several days – are quite different
from the emotional dysregulation common in ADHD, where moods
can shift multiple times a day and usually stay within what you
could call the ‘normal’ range of emotions.46
People with ADHD are also more likely to struggle with behavioural
conditions such as oppositional defiant disorder and conduct disorder.
While the former is overwhelmingly found in children, the latter can persist
well into adulthood, and is basically an excessive difficulty with following
rules, and persistently behaving in a socially unacceptable way, such as
showing aggression towards people and animals, destroying property,
stealing, lying and breaking laws. These conditions don’t appear in many
mainstream media conversations about ADHD, but according to the DSM-5
are really quite common, with conduct disorder affecting about a quarter of
children and teens with ADHD-C (combined).47
AuDHD
About 12.4 per cent of young people with ADHD are also diagnosed with
autism spectrum disorder (ASD),48 and a truly whopping 40–70 per cent
of people diagnosed with ASD have ADHD.49 There’s even a nickname
now for having both conditions – AuDHD – and this sizeable subgroup has
begun carving out its own identity and community in online neurodivergent
spaces.
This large overlap is particularly interesting given that until 2013, ASD
and ADHD were considered mutually exclusive conditions, meaning your
doctor had to pick one or the other to diagnose you with, you couldn’t have
both. This stipulation was removed in the DSM-5, which has likely
contributed significantly to the subsequent rise in the diagnosis for both
conditions.
Am I okay?
I hope by this point I’ve managed to impress upon you how most of the
symptoms of ADHD are just normal human struggles amped up a few
(potentially quite a few) notches. But without a proper understanding of
your brain, it’s extremely easy to assume that you’re simply a bit ‘worse’
than other people.
We call ourselves ‘failures’ because our brains are filled with all these
passions and ideas and ambitions, but for some reason we can’t make our
actions match our abilities. We tell ourselves we’re ‘clumsy’ and ‘stupid’
and ‘forgetful’ and ‘lazy’ because another Wednesday has come and gone
without us taking the bins out. And we tell ourselves we’re ‘thoughtless’,
‘hopeless’, ‘unreliable’ and ‘selfish’, because why in god’s name can’t we
just remember to text our grandad ‘Happy birthday’?
We’ve learnt to talk to ourselves this way because we were taught to.
20,000 criticisms
One figure that gets thrown around a lot is that ADHD children will
experience 20,000 more criticisms than a neurotypical kid by the time they
are ten. People, including me, tend to assume this is based on some massive
academic study where kids carried around a counter and clicked it each
time a teacher scolded them for not paying attention, or something like that.
But the earliest reference to this number that I can find appears to be in an
opinion piece in the May 2010 issue of Clinical Psychiatry News, where Dr
Michael S. Jellinek created a rough estimate based on the idea that it’s not
unlikely for an ADHD child to receive three criticisms an hour from a
teacher, six hours a day, 180 days a year.1
Despite the number perhaps not being as scientific as I’d originally
believed, the general idea behind it does have merit. Even if we weren’t
ultra-disruptive in class, chances are we were still told off far more than our
neurotypical peers – for forgetting things, for interrupting, for all those
‘careless errors’ that we were ‘too old to be making’. During this formative
period, when we were just learning how to view ourselves and figuring out
how the world views us, we spent much of our time bouncing from one
mistake to another – perhaps able to understand what we were doing wrong,
but at a total loss as to how to stop ourselves doing it again. Sure, little cuts
like that heal. But when they’re inflicted thousands of times, they are bound
to leave a scar.
However, this goes so much deeper than purposeful, conscious
criticisms adults might level at ‘naughty’ kids. Because, the thing is, as you
grow, ADHD has a way of teaching you to shrink.
Neurotypical lessons, neurodivergent learnings
For me, it started with the practical stuff, like Mum telling me to ‘Stop
showing off’ when guests would come over. It’s not unreasonable to want
to host a dinner party that’s not utterly dominated by a rambunctious five-
year-old demanding you watch her dance routine for the fourth time. I don’t
blame them for wanting a little more peace and quiet at the table.
But most of the time I wasn’t ‘showing off’ out of some desire for
constant attention, I was just excited and had no idea that I was even being
loud. And, as an accidental result, I didn’t take away a lesson about
humility and letting others be heard – I simply internalised the idea that the
ultra-excitable, boisterous version of myself was somehow wrong and bad.
As I grew up and was expected to clean up after myself at home, I got
into trouble time and time again for not closing the soda water lid properly
and letting it go flat, for not putting the seaweed crackers back into the
commemorative Arnott’s Anzac tin, and allowing them to go stale, for
leaving my wet towels on the floor in my room in an ever-growing pile.
‘You’ve just got to switch your brain on, bubby,’ Mum and Dad would
say. ‘The house only works if everyone does their bit.’
‘I just wish when you start something, you’d finish it properly.’
‘You have to start thinking about other people a bit more.’
I wasn’t doing it on purpose, but of course they couldn’t have known
that. I didn’t even know why it was all so hard. I knew what I was doing
was lazy and selfish and thoughtless, but it never occurred to me that being
lazy or selfish or thoughtless were things people chose to do. I assumed
they were unchangeable traits that you were born with and it was just tough
luck that this meant some people – like me – were inherently bad.
I was lucky – my parents were loving and kind and usually patient – but
that’s not necessarily the norm. Research is limited, but it seems that
parents are more likely to criticise their ADHD kids2 and less likely to show
them warmth, which can become especially problematic when you consider
that at least one study has shown that high levels of parental criticism may
even lead to ADHD symptoms worsening over time.3 No wonder so many
of us struggle to see the good in ourselves when we’re told over and over
again that we’re the problem.
In my first years of school, I was told off a lot for calling out my
answers and ideas, with the teacher pulling me aside and telling me that just
because I was smart didn’t mean it was okay for me to take learning
experiences away from other kids. But I wasn’t calling out because I
wanted to prove I was better than my classmates, or didn’t care about them,
it was simply that my little brain was brimming with thoughts I wanted to
share. Waiting there with my hand in the air, desperately trying to catch my
teacher’s eye, was so excruciating it was nearly impossible.
Some of my teachers were amazing – they assumed the best of me and
found ways to work with my brain, even if they didn’t realise it was ADHD
causing the classroom issues. But others weren’t. So rather than learning
about the importance of taking turns and being part of a community, I learnt
that voicing my ideas and putting myself in the conversation made me
selfish and unfair.
Undercover dumb-dumb
Desperate to be the good kid I believed myself to be but seemed woefully
unable to show, I started focusing on the thing I really could be ‘good’ at:
schoolwork. Because even if the teachers sometimes got annoyed at me,
they still seemed to like me if I could prove I was smart. Being bright was
my way of finding approval, so I clung to it like I clung to my favourite
stuffed toy.
Because of this, I probably had a somewhat atypical ADHD experience
when it came to academic results. Sure, my school reports had comments
here and there about how I needed to focus more and chatter less, but unlike
many ADHDers, my youth wasn’t marked by the dreaded phrase ‘has
potential if they only applied themselves’.
For many kids with ADHD, the classroom is one of the most brutal
battlegrounds for their self-esteem, and it’s through discussions with my
close friends who’ve also recently been diagnosed that I’ve begun to
understand how hard the feeling of early academic struggle can be to shake.
Take Olivia. (I’ve changed her name, as not all workplaces are as
accepting of neurodivergence as mine.) We went through all of high school
and university together, and despite the fact that she’s one of the smartest
people I know, throughout those years she would make offhand comments
about how she was ‘stupid’ and ‘secretly dumb deep down’. In fact, she
said this very thing to me a couple of months back when she was struggling
to get started on a big assignment. The issue with this statement? It was an
assignment for the final year of her law degree at one of the top law schools
in the world.
See, whereas my ADHD eroded my sense of belonging and social
acceptance, hers made her mistake struggling to focus for struggling to
think.
‘I just couldn’t do maths. You saw me trying. It didn’t work in my brain
at all. And I never got it because I was good at humanities and writing,’ she
tells me over the phone.
‘Looking back, I think because some things did come easily to me, I
really struggled to actually sit down and force myself to make it click. I just
so desperately wanted to do anything else, and I would get so stressed, so it
always felt impossible for me to get over that wall.
‘I used to be the best-behaved kid in every class and then it would get to
maths and I’d constantly fake a tummy ache or a headache and force Mum
or Dad to come to get me, or I’d say I needed to go to the bathroom all the
time. I just couldn’t make myself be there, and I assumed that was because I
was too lazy.
‘It felt like I had this secret, that I was actually a really dumb person,
and I could never let people find out . . . I think that manifested into “Okay,
I’ll just try to do really well at other subjects and go to law school” and then
I can at least say, “Well, I’m a lawyer.”’
‘But it didn’t work, though?’ I ask. ‘You went to law school and you
still felt like that?’
‘Oh, 100 per cent,’ she laughs. ‘In my first year of law, I really was
thinking, “Oh my god, I fucking did it,” and then second year hit and so did
this massive wave of burnout and my grades took a drop and that feeling
crept up again, where it was just like, “Everyone knows you’re stupid, they
found out, you haven’t proved them wrong.”’
But, while a Juris Doctor degree didn’t end up being the cure-all Olivia
assumed it would be, an ADHD diagnosis has managed to take the edge
off. ‘Previously I would get one bit of negative feedback in a uni
assignment or whatever and I’d just crumble,’ she said. ‘But now, knowing
and understanding a bit more, I’m getting to the point where I can get a bad
result and can still say to myself, “Well, I’m going all right, you know.
Look at me, I live with my partner who I love, I have my cat, my career is
going well. It will be fine.”’
Not only are ADHD kids often bullied and ostracised, but we –
especially the boys – are often written off as troublemakers and
pains in the arse. This is where diagnosis can be something of a
double-edged sword. While those of us who went through our
school years undetected didn’t have the relative protection of a
clinical explanation that might make teachers more understanding, a
number of people who were diagnosed as kids have told me how the
label of ‘ADHD’, in some adults’ hands, saw them pigeonholed into
being an ‘unfixable hooligan’ who wasn’t worth the effort of trying
to help.
I had a lot of trouble with friendships as a kid – I would float from one
group to the next, often being told I was too bossy or too annoying to play
with. I would find a group of kids I got along with, but arguments were
common, and each time I found an incredibly close best friend, the
friendship would utterly implode after a couple of years. In fact, looking
back, most of my defining heartbreaks and break-ups have been platonic
rather than romantic.
I was bullied, too – being thrown off the flying fox, girls trying to trip
me down the stairs, a girl hacking into my Yahoo account and sending
emails to the other kids, pretending to be me, asking if they thought she was
‘a bitch’. (In retrospect, I have to give props to this one. An amazing level
of forethought for a ten-year-old.)
Several times throughout my teen years, I had friends tell me I was
loud, bossy and self-obsessed. Mostly because I’d interrupt conversations,
would always relate other people’s stories back to my own similar
experiences and would occasionally find myself cracking a joke that
crossed the line, seemingly unable to stop talking despite my brain
screaming at my mouth to shut up. I’m sure, from my friends’ perspective,
their comments were justified, but for me, having just come out of several
years of intense bullying in primary school, they were absolutely
devastating.
I’m not going to pretend I was a total saint – I mean, I was a teenager,
and one with a particularly ravenous hunger for attention to boot, so I
probably wasn’t considering other people’s feelings nearly enough. I’m
extremely regretful and still hold a little ball of red-hot self-hatred over this
– but part of my journey this year has been trying to unpack what was the
intentional rudeness of adolescent self-obsession and what was a by-product
of the neurological impairments I was unknowingly grappling with.
Because, truth be told, a lot of the time I wasn’t interrupting because I
didn’t care what others had to say, but because I’d already worked out the
end of their sentence and if I waited rather than blurting out my reply, my
thoughts might disappear back into the buzz of noise in my head. Often it
was talk now or lose the ability to follow the conversation altogether. And I
wasn’t relating everything back to my own experiences because I only
wanted to talk about myself; it’s just that’s how I thought you showed
someone that you understood and could empathise with what they were
going through. I never noticed that it wasn’t something everyone did.
So, once again, instead of learning how to be a better friend, the lesson I
internalised was that the version of myself I was when I wasn’t actively
trying to mask and fit in was unlikeable and egotistical, and that it was my
job to shrink that person down and keep her hidden.
Now, a lot of the time I did like myself. I was proud of my
achievements, I was proud of my intelligence, I was proud of being a caring
and compassionate friend. And I even loved that I was funny and
extroverted. But somewhere deep down, hanging in my semiconscious
awareness, I was convinced that I was merely a bad person who was just
desperately trying to be good.
For some, this struggle to process social cues and react appropriately
manifests as a perpetual, lingering anxiety – knowing something has gone
wrong, and it was probably their fault, but having no clue how to stop it
from happening again. At least that’s how it felt for Loki: my sister’s
partner, a close friend and another recently uncovered ADHDer.
‘Being hypervigilant and I guess almost paranoid about everything all
the time helped me prevent mistakes that I didn’t know I was making,’ he
tells me as we sit on my grandparents’ couch.
‘For a bit there I thought I might just be really self-centred. I think the
idea of being rude is the scariest. You don’t want to be rude. You don’t want
people to think your parents haven’t raised you well. I guess all the
consequences of not paying attention can add up to be quite heavy.
‘Once I moved schools in Grade 5 and was suddenly in this whole other
social group and, well, economic class. That was when I leant into being, I
guess, the disruptive kid, and the class clown. Because it just seemed easier
than trying to fit in. And I do look back at that now and regret it. I think I
was pretty unreliable as a friend back then, too.’
‘Dude, you were eleven. How can an eleven-year-old be unreliable?’ I
say in a hypocritically annoyed tone.
‘Well, I guess with—’ he starts, but I interrupt him (our conversations
involve a lot of interrupting).
‘You were totally overloaded and surrounded by rich kids and stressed
out. How did you choose to lean into anything? I mean—’
‘Well,’ he cuts me off, then pauses. Loki is a conscientious, responsible
man, and taking responsibility for his past actions has been an important
part of how he’s structured his sense of morality. But with late-diagnosed
ADHD, accountability isn’t always the answer. Sometimes things are just
hard, and we fall a little short. Sometimes kids act out. It feels so unfair to
me to hear this 29-year-old man talking badly about this little 11-year-old
boy. And I realise at that moment that perhaps I’ve been doing some harsh
moral accounting myself – constantly counting the sins of young Matilda in
an attempt to shield my present self from failure and guilt.
But there’s no time for that kind of self-reflection right now. I’m
pretending to be wise and all-knowing – so I stare Loki down.
‘Well,’ he says again. ‘Well, I guess that’s just what I decided I’d done
when I looked back a few years later.
‘I guess it might not have been a super conscious decision.’
I’m not sure he totally believes what he is saying quite yet, but I’ll still
chalk it up as a win. We’ll both get there one day.
The results
Obviously, everyone’s experiences with self-esteem will be different, and
I’m acutely aware that during my struggles with unidentified ADHD I was
in an extremely privileged position. I had relatively low support needs. I
was intelligent in a way that allowed me to do well in school despite my
attention issues. I had attentive and loving parents who were actively trying
to raise a kid with high self-esteem. I grew up middle-class in a wealthy city
in a wealthy country. Because I was white and close enough to being
conventionally pretty, I was able to play into the ‘quirky but loveable weird
girl’ stereotype and pass off many of my symptoms as socially acceptable
eccentricities. (I guess I have Zooey Deschanel and Lisa Kudrow to thank
for that.) I was extraordinarily lucky . . . and yet my self-esteem was still
ripped to absolute shreds by the time I reached adulthood.
Studies have repeatedly shown that ADHD kids and adults end up with
significantly lower self-esteem than their neurotypical peers,9 a problem
that’s only exacerbated by lack of treatment.10
And it’s easy to see how this contributes to other negative ADHD
outcomes, such as the likelihood of comorbid anxiety and depression,
higher rates of substance abuse, eating disorders and, in the most extreme
cases, suicidal ideation and actions.
At least one study has shown that ADHD adults tend to have lower self-
efficacy as well11 – meaning we may believe we’re less capable of fixing
the problems that emerge in our lives, and generally perceive ourselves to
be less in control. When you consider the trouble our long-suffering
prefrontal cortex has keeping everything in order, it’s true that in some
ways, we genuinely are in less control of our lives.
If you have ADHD, you’ve probably spent years trying and failing to
get your shit together, being told over and over that you just need to be
more determined, more organised, more careful, and yet things don’t seem
to change. For many of us, pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps through
sheer willpower simply isn’t possible. That’s not because we’re bad people.
It’s just bad advice.
ADHDers can still live a productive, fulfilling life. It just involves
changing your world to suit you rather than yourself to suit your world.
That’s why therapy, introspection and learning to treat yourself with
compassion are such integral parts of the treatment process, especially for
those diagnosed in late adolescence or adulthood. ADHD is funny that way
– it’s a disorder where the two most effective medications are strictly
regulated stimulant drugs and a profound capacity for self-forgiveness.
Healing from this trauma is possible, though. And I’m not just saying
that because of course that’s what you’re meant to say. I’m saying it
because I think I’m starting to feel it happening. I’ve worked hard to learn
about my brain and why I faced the struggles I did. Yes, it’s been difficult
and painful, but also totally worth it. My anxiety has dropped, my self-
worth has gone up, and I’m in the process of rewriting my history so it’s
filled with more kindness and understanding.
I’m not exaggerating when I say that learning I had ADHD was the
most positive, wonderful, hopeful thing that has ever happened to me.
It’s still a work in progress, but this change was only possible because I
accidentally happened across the right information, recognised ADHD
symptoms in myself and managed to get diagnosed.
No single study should be taken as gospel, but it’s worth noting that at
least one academic paper has concluded that when you compare adults who
show symptoms of ADHD, those with an official diagnosis have better-
functioning social and family lives than those without. They’re more
productive at work, they rate their health-related quality of life higher, and,
would you look at that, they have significantly better self-esteem.12
I’m not exaggerating when I say that learning I
had ADHD was the most positive, wonderful,
hopeful thing that has ever happened to me.
Now, don’t get me wrong: even ADHDers who were diagnosed before
they were out of a highchair still face significant, life-altering struggles. But
I can’t help wondering how much of the damage to my self-esteem could
have been avoided if the adults in my life had been given the resources and
education that would have allowed them to recognise the warning signs.
The bad wife
I don’t think we talk enough about how isolating having ADHD can
be for adult women. ADHD is never easy, but I can’t help but feel
that the entrenched gender roles that permeate every aspect of our
society seem so much more forgiving when it comes to the typical
ADHD experience for a cisgender, straight man – diagnosed or not.
Imagine a nineteen-year-old guy. He’s struggling with ADHD
but has no idea he has it. He’s finished school, moved out of home,
and naturally ends up living in a shared house with a few of his
mates. The apartment is a mess, there’s dust filling every corner, the
only food in the fridge is leftover pizza and the dishes are stacked
shoulder-high in the sink.
All of those are manifestations of ADHD, but it’s also typical for
young men. There’s barely any shame attached to it. The fact that
our guy is living on takeaway and there’s no toilet paper in the
bathroom are just goofy aspects of the socially accepted young
bachelor lifestyle.
This doesn’t mean he’s okay or coping, but everyone still gives
him the benefit of the doubt and assumes he’ll grow out of it.
And the thing is, he does. By the time he’s in his mid-twenties
and people start getting a little less forgiving, chances are he’s found
himself a serious girlfriend, and probably a neurotypical one to
boot.
He proposes to her, or they at least move in together, and
suddenly he isn’t a bachelor. And no matter how much feminist
theory either of them has read, it’s still totally normal and accepted
that she’s the one who’ll keep track of what needs to get done in the
home.
She does the shopping because it’s easier than explaining
everything they need to him. She makes most of the meals because
she has more cooking experience. She wants the house to stay nice,
but even if they divide the chores equally, she still tells him what to
clean and when. She’s organising the dinner parties and buying his
mum a birthday gift. And when they do eventually have kids, she’s
the one ensuring that all excursion slips get signed and handed in.
Yes, work is still much tougher for him than for his neurotypical
colleagues, but luckily he now has the time and mental energy to
ensure he stays afloat.
It’s not on purpose, it’s not even his fault. But because women
are still ultimately expected to be running the household, no one
will bat an eyelid when she’s left in charge of the logistics of his
life, unconsciously carrying so much of his executive-functioning
burden. Not even her. Not even him.
But for girls with ADHD, things are different.
Sure, when the young ADHD woman moves out of home,
there’s a bit of leeway for her messy shared house and her empty
fridge, but people do think to themselves, ‘She really should be
eating healthier and wasting less money on food delivery’ and
‘Gosh, no wonder her boss isn’t taking her seriously; she left all her
clothes crumpled up in a pile on the floor.’
By the time she’s twenty-two, people are already wondering if
she’ll ever get her shit together, but unlike for her male counterpart,
there isn’t really a finish line in sight. Because when she gets into
her mid-twenties, finds a nice neurotypical boy and they decide to
settle down, all those taxing, executively demanding tasks don’t
suddenly fade away. They double.
Her partner is well-meaning, but he never learnt to cook properly
or competently execute a weekly shopping trip. He never got
judgemental comments about his messy shared house from relatives,
so it doesn’t occur to him to clean things up without prompting.
When the two of them were growing up, it was always their
mums who dealt with the school stuff like buying uniforms and
signing forms, so without ever consciously thinking about it, when
they have kids they both assume she’ll be in charge of that too.
Ultimately, societal norms dictate that she’s the person running
the day-to-day functioning of the house. And she’s failing at it.
She never manages to get everything she needs at the
supermarket or finish the cleaning. Cooking dinner nearly brings her
to tears, and she constantly forgets that little Andy doesn’t like
tomatoes. The kids’ lunchboxes are filled with packaged snacks
because that’s just easier, but, oh my god, now the school has sent
home a letter saying it’s trying to reduce waste.
On top of this, she’s trying desperately to keep her head above
water at work but she’s already exhausted by the time 9 am rolls
around, let alone 5 pm.
People with ADHD are often incompetent homemakers. But
that’s only a crime for one side of the gender binary. The traditional
female role is about self-control and organisation and caring for
others constantly, while still finding time to care for yourself when
no one is watching. That’s difficult for all women, but having
ADHD as a girlfriend, wife or mother is a shameful transgression of
womanhood that carries its own personal brand of trauma.
I’m lucky. I’m queer, but as a woman in a relationship with a
man, I hit the jackpot when I found my partner, Anthony, who’s
managed to shed the constraints of toxic masculinity better than
anyone I’ve ever met. He’s caring and precise, and willing not only
to divide those high-executive-functioning tasks down the middle,
but to take on so much of my load too. He’s never made me feel less
worthy because I can’t fulfil the homemaker role the way society
expects, and his generosity has allowed me to flourish. I’m so
grateful for him.
But also, that’s the problem, right? The fact that I’m so grateful.
If he were the woman and I were the man, it would probably never
even occur to me to be grateful for the role he plays in our home.
That would have been the norm.
ADHD men and women both struggle, but ADHD men – at least
the straight ones – are almost guaranteed to find some respite in a
relationship. ADHD women – at least the straight ones – have to
win the relationship jackpot just to keep the difficulty level of their
lives the same as it would be if she were on her own.
6
The other day I was playing around with an AI image-generator bot that
uses information from all around the internet to create a picture of whatever
prompt you type in. I’d seen a few videos of people inputting the names of
different disorders and getting awesome artistic results, so I put in ‘ADHD’
just to see what might come up – expecting something like an abstract
pattern or a hurricane of objects showing how fast everything moves in the
ADHD brain.
But instead, what I got was a seven-ish-year-old white boy sitting at a
desk, staring at a worksheet, one arm flailing around in the air, the other
pulling at his hair in frustration. And that’s the issue, right? Scour all the
internet, base your information on our cumulative collective understanding
of ADHD, and a hyperactive little white boy is what you get.
Before we dive in, I want to flag that the language and information
in this chapter aren’t going to be as inclusive as I’d like when it
comes to intersex, gender diverse and trans people with ADHD,
because unfortunately the vast majority of ADHD studies, even
those specifically looking at gender, make no mention of those who
fall outside the strict categories of cis woman and cis man.
ADHD intersects with ‘womanhood’ in multiple ways. Cultural
expectations are placed on women and girls that clearly impact
anyone society perceives as female, as well as those who went
through a cultural ‘girlhood’ regardless of their identity now. And
then there are also aspects of the disorder that are defined by
biological sex characteristics, and are therefore more likely to apply
to those born with bodies closer to the female side of the spectrum.
At first I assumed I’d be able to separate out the two, adjusting
my language to include different groups as needed. But the issue is
that research into the ‘female’ presentations of ADHD is in its
absolute infancy, and for the majority of the time we just don’t
know with any degree of certainty which aspects of the disorder are
caused by culture or biology or both. So including or excluding
gender diverse people in the results of a study that makes no
mention of them would mean me taking a wild guess at what causes
that aspect of ADHD.
As a result, for most of this chapter I will only be referring to
‘girls’ or ‘women’ because, unfortunately, the research simply won’t
let me be any more specific. But please know that I understand how
vastly inadequate this terminology often is.
‘All of the studies are so skewed, and continue to tell us nothing about
the girls who don’t look like hyperactive boys,’ Littman tells me.
And so the vicious cycle continued, with the male-centric model of
ADHD reinforced again and again. Sometimes it feels as if this was the
unintentional original sin of ADHD research, and we’re only now
beginning the slow, tedious process of untangling the knots it has created.
But, now that we are at least starting to recognise this mistake, why
don’t we have a look at what the last decade or so of research into female
ADHD has uncovered?
‘There’s lots of studies that show that both parents and teachers, and
even primary care paediatricians, have drunk the Kool Aid,’ Littman says.
‘And so they’re like, “Oh, these boys, they’re really disruptive so we’re
definitely going to send them for evaluation.” These girls who are just sort
of daydreaming, they’re passive . . . And so everyone agrees, “Yeah, they’re
weird,” but they’re not getting sent for referral or evaluation.’
Boys and men with ADHD are also at increased risk of comorbid
anxiety and depression compared to the general population, but also
tend to lean more towards externalised behavioural issues such as
substance abuse and antisocial personality disorder.18
What often happens is that parents and teachers see something is wrong,
the girl or young woman is taken to speak with a specialist, and they will
take one look at her, see the stress she is under, how low her self-esteem is,
how much she’s struggling socially or academically, and diagnose her with
anxiety or depression. If they learn she’s restricting or bingeing foods, they
might throw in an eating disorder diagnosis too.
Of course, these are all common ADHD comorbidities, but they’re also
just common conditions generally. So, without the telltale descriptions of
the girl being ‘disruptive in class’ or ‘unable to sit still’, combined with the
‘ADHD is for little boys’ bias that the doctor likely subconsciously holds, it
may never cross their mind that they should keep digging in order to
uncover another diagnosis that ties everything together.
In case you wanted some real-world numbers to back up this claim, a
survey from the US found that only 5 per cent of young boys were treated
with antidepressant medications before receiving an ADHD diagnosis,
compared with 14 per cent of young girls.19
So far left to go
If the ADHD gender balance does start levelling out in adulthood, why does
the underdiagnosis of girls really matter? Well, because going undiagnosed
is harmful in and of itself. This stuff doesn’t go away when someone turns
eighteen. It’s not as if you can just run out the clock and suddenly troubled,
undiagnosed girls will turn into fully functioning, healthy women.
ADHD children face these social and academic problems whether
they’re diagnosed or not, but without a diagnosis, they’re left without an
explanation for why they’re struggling, and without treatments that have
been repeatedly shown to drastically reduce their level of impairment.
‘Our goal is early identification and intervention, because left
unaddressed . . .’ Littman says, pausing to find the right words. ‘Well, I
don’t think I’ve ever worked with a woman who did not say at various
points, “I am so stupid.” These are people who are not in any way stupid.
‘This is about your identity and labelling yourself in a very negative
way, because it’s very hard to undo those labels.’
Studies show that the low self-esteem and negative self-image ADHD
girls develop in childhood persist into adolescence and well into adulthood,
and remain more severe than in both ADHD men and non-ADHDers.28
They have higher rates of anxiety and depression than neurotypical women
their age,29 are more likely to have persistent bipolar disorder and conduct
disorder,30 and are more likely to have become a teen mother.31
When girls move out of home, enter the workforce and perhaps start a
family, the burden on their executive function keeps increasing, which
leads ADHD women to feel a lack of control over their lives, as if they’re
constantly disorganised and have no agency or ability to fix the problems
they are facing.32
We know that diagnosis and treatment help protect ADHD people’s
self-esteem.33 We know it helps them function in school and at work and
home and with friends. The sooner the treatment comes, the better our
chance to mitigate the negative impact of ADHD on someone’s life, and the
greater their chance of achieving academic success and financial stability,
and leading happy, successful, well-adjusted lives. We’re not giving that
chance to girls in the same way we are to boys, and both women and
society as a whole are paying the price for that.
But, of course, when it comes to discrimination and inequality, gender is
never the only factor at play. So it’s probably time we talk about the other
massive elephant in the room – ADHD’s racism problem.
Grass shaped like a cow
I’m part of a local football club, and it’s on the nights we have
training that I can really feel the exact moment my ADHD
medication wears off.
My coach will be giving instructions for some complicated
round-robin kicking drill, and suddenly her words will begin to melt
from English into that gibberish language they speak in The Sims.
I’ll notice there’s a patch on the grass that looks kind of like a cow,
and that will remind me that I need to buy oat milk next time I go to
the supermarket, and actually now that I think about it, maybe I
should be cooking more meals at home and trying to be healthier,
and honestly I should exercise more, which I guess is a bit easier
now that the footy season has started again and there’s training
twice a week, and, oh my god, I’m at training right now and I have
no idea why everyone has started jogging to the other end of the
pitch and why I’m jogging too and, wait, am I meant to be holding a
ball or something right now?
To be perfectly honest, it probably doesn’t help that, despite
having been in the team for two full seasons now, I still don’t
actually know the rules of Aussie Rules. I just kick towards the
goals and hope for the best.
In both training and real, competitive games, I’m going on
context clues and vibes only.
Sometimes a teammate will notice my panicked, somewhat
vacant stare, bump their arm gently against mine and say, ‘All good
mate, just follow me.’ And 80 per cent of the time that little act of
generosity is enough to get me back on track and help me work out
what’s going on.
It makes me wonder if all this time the sporty people have been
onto something with this whole ‘teamwork’ thing.
7
We’ve addressed the ‘hyperactive’ and the ‘male’ part of the ADHD
stereotype, but what about the ‘white’ bit?
Understandable distrust
While you can draw a fairly direct line between racial bias and the dismissal
of non-white children with ADHD symptoms in the classroom, Western
systems leave non-white kids behind in other more subtle and complicated
ways as well. One of the most widely discussed is the cultural barriers that
influence many parents’ understanding of and feelings about ADHD.
Much of the information for parents is written exclusively from a white,
Anglo-European perspective, and for many communities this does little to
instil trust. Until very recently, people of all races with mental health issues
were in very real danger of being locked away in brutal institutions. So,
while parents’ anxieties about having their children diagnosed may be
detrimental, that doesn’t mean they’re not logical. And this distrust is only
amplified if, like Emily, your parents’ entire lives have been shaped by the
trauma inflicted by Western colonial systems.
Both of Emily’s parents spent their early years on missions –
government-controlled areas where many Indigenous people in Australia
were compelled to live after being forcibly removed from their traditional
lands, often with the express intent of converting them to Christianity and
exploiting them for manual labour. Shockingly, the last of these did not
close down until 1987. Emily’s mother also lost her parents at a young age.
Because she grew up at the tail end of the Stolen Generations era,
governmental policy changes and bureaucratic red tape saw her bouncing
between foster care and youth homes.
‘Because of that, there’s this real feeling that the government, the
medical field, law enforcement, all of that is in the same kind of realm, like,
the “outside”,’ Emily says. ‘They don’t like it if you’re taking your personal
problems and seeking institutional help.’
Emily says that in her mob there’s a big focus on talk therapy –
discussing your problems with your family and the community, and
working through it together. ‘This is really great, and brilliant for everyday
problems or even in dealing with my depression, just talking it all through.
But at the end of the day, there’s no talking through having a neurological
disorder, having problems with the chemicals that affect your brain’s
functioning. So that has been a bit of a barrier, too.
‘In the general population there’s already a lot of mistrust about ADHD,
but in my family there’s this whole other layer. They were really worried
about my safety. They feel that, you know, “Those Western doctors, they
don’t know about our people and what we’ve been through, and they’re
going to judge.” And that worry is warranted, but it has been really difficult
to navigate.’
The fact is, the way we think about and define ADHD is inherently
linked to the Western medical model. There’s something wrong with
someone, so let’s treat them and medicate them so they fit the system better
rather than change the system to better fit them. That’s not to say I believe
medication isn’t an extremely important part of ADHD treatment, or that
we shouldn’t be doing everything we can to communicate to all
communities about how safe and beneficial it can be. But we have to be
aware that this isn’t a ‘culturally neutral’ system. It was built by white
Western adults to treat white Western kids. That has ramifications.
We may be in a ‘new era of ADHD awareness’, but unless we make an
effort to promote the voices of non-white ADHDers, acknowledge the
legitimate concerns of marginalised communities, and put resources into
ensuring our ADHD education and destigmatisation efforts are culturally
informed, then at the end of the day we’ll only be ushering in this ‘new age’
for those of us whom the system was already built to serve.
Luckily for all those who have previously been left behind – whether it be
due to the way their condition manifests, their gender or their race – ADHD
awareness and education have just become a lot more democratic, as the
biggest voices in the neurodivergent space shift from a few select professors
to social media creators with audiences in the millions.
The world of ADHD has changed. Now, the question is – what will be
the ramifications?
Hobbies can hurt
Did you know people with ADHD are 50 per cent more likely to
suffer accidental injuries?1 That statistic often takes people by
surprise, but it does low key make sense. I mean, how does one stop
themselves from accidentally causing grievous bodily harm? By
thoroughly thinking through one’s actions before beginning a
dangerous task. What do ADHD people have trouble doing?
Thoroughly thinking through their actions before beginning a
dangerous task. Especially if it’s a craft project they saw on TikTok.
It’s the middle of Melbourne’s extraordinarily long COVID-19
lockdown in 2020. In fact, it’s the single worst week to date. Case
numbers climbing every day, thousand-dollar fines for leaving your
house for non-essential reasons, and fear hanging thick in the air.
So, naturally, I decide to spend the evening slicing though wine
bottles to turn them into drinking glasses because it’s all the rage
online.
I order this little doodad from eBay that rests a wine bottle
against a tiny blade so, by rotating it, you can create a light score
mark all the way around. You then dip the bottle in boiling water,
then iced water, then boiling water again, repeating until the shock
of constant temperature changes causes a clean break all around.
Sand it down and, voilà! You have a drinking glass, my friend.
I’m still living at home at this point, and yes, everyone in my
house does tell me this is a terrible idea, including my partner,
Anthony, who due to Victoria’s ‘intimate partner’ lockdown
exemption is camping out here for the night. But always the trouper,
he helps me out anyway. We get through a couple of wine bottles
and my confidence is up. I am an environmentally sustainable queen
– no carbon-intensive factory-made glassware for me, thanks.
There’s nothing I can’t turn into a drinking glass. So I decide to
make some water tumblers out of small brown beer bottles, because
how cute would that be?
We’re sitting outside in the cold, dusky air as Anthony sands
down a wine-bottle glass. I, having forgotten to put my protective
glove back on, start twisting a beer bottle around, pushing it harder
and harder to get the score line nice and deep. What hasn’t occurred
to me is that beer bottles are made with much, much thinner glass
than wine bottles, and as I push, the glass gives way, shattering as
my fist clenches around it.
Ouch.
I look down, unsure what’s happened, and see blood gushing out
of the back of my thumb.
‘Ahhhhhh!’ I shout, as realisation sets in. ‘Ahhhhhhhhh!’
‘Oh my god,’ Anthony says.
I jump up and start banging on the front door with my good
hand.
‘Use the spare key,’ I hear my mum yell back, clearly in the
middle of something.
‘I’m bleeding out!’ I yell in a moment of pure terrified dramatic
ecstasy.
The door flies open and I sprint to the sink, leaving a trail of
little red droplets in my wake. I run water over the cut to clear the
blood and make the mistake of peering into the wound. I flick my
eyes away in an act of self-preservation, unwilling to consider if the
white I’ve just seen is bone. My attention then turns to trying not to
pass out.
Unaware of just how serious the situation is, Anthony, Mum and
Dad are all debating now.
‘We should take her straight to hospital.’
‘No, it’s just a cut, it will be fine.’
‘Maybe let’s set a timer and see if she’s still bleeding in five
minutes.’
‘If you’re arguing about whether I should go to Emergency, it
means I should go to Emergency,’ I say, the quiver in my voice
ruining what I thought was a pretty funny line.
So, Anthony and I hop in the car. No longer at risk of fainting, I
insist that rather than the hospital, which will take all night, he drive
me to the local clinic, because – and don’t worry, I am ashamed of
this – I don’t want to miss Bachelor in Paradise.
I get the cut glued up and the doctor tells me that if it’s still
numb in the morning I should go to the hospital. It is still numb in
the morning, and I do not go, because I have a feature story I’m
really looking forward to writing. I clock in to work for the day and
type that up, pausing as my hand starts to bleed again.
The next day, when my thumb is still totally numb, I know this is
a losing battle. I have to go. Except, whoops! Now there’s a COVID
outbreak in the closest Emergency Department. So, with Anthony’s
help, I suit up with goggles, a plastic full-face screen, gloves and a
double mask, and make my way in.
Everything goes pretty normally from here – I sit around for
ages. They determine I’ve severed a nerve. I explain that my beer-
bottle injury is way less drunken than it seems. I panic when a nurse
tells me I might need to be off work for two months. I beg the
plastic surgeon who will be operating to let me go back to work
sooner. He says I can, but also that I need to ‘think about my
priorities a little’. I get the microsurgery the next day. I go home. I
stay in bed, not even for a full week, and I go back to work.
But I did do one more little ADHD-esque thing, just to put the
cherry on top of this undiagnosed disaster. When I first arrived at
the hospital, I snapped a photo of myself – in my full COVID get-up
– in front of the Emergency sign and popped it up on my Instagram
story with the caption ‘Hope I don’t die, lol’, and then totally forgot
to update anyone any further.
In the days that follow I get several panicked and increasingly
annoyed messages from people asking if I’m okay, and I seriously
doubt I remembered to reply. Not my finest hour.
8
‘But a lot of people in the comments kept saying the same thing: “I’ve
never seen anybody talk about having a house that looks like mine”, “I’ve
never seen anybody else talk about, you know, a ‘doom pile’ before.”’
People were asking her about her organisation tactics, so she made a
follow-up video. And before she knew it, she was talking to literally
millions about a condition she wasn’t even aware she had until she was well
into her thirties.
‘This rise in diagnosis we’re seeing, I think it’s just the perfect storm.
With the TikTok algorithm and the pandemic, the fact that almost overnight,
for almost the entire world, everyone’s systems broke down. The things
they’ve been hiding behind and masking behind, all of that went away,’
Cate says. ‘As people sat in their houses looking at TikTok, they started
saying, “Wait, all of a sudden I can’t do this. I’m struggling to get through
the day.” And I think a lot of people realised that they were neurodivergent
for the first time.’
I tend to agree with her. Because, well, that’s what happened to me.
Rejection-sensitive dysphoria
When TikTok taught me about rejection-sensitive dysphoria (RSD), it had
a pretty profound impact on me. I was called ‘overly sensitive’ or told by
teachers I needed to ‘build resilience’ as far back as I can remember. At
twelve years old, I even put ‘Learn to take things less personally’ on my
‘Goals for the year’ poster on orientation day. The first mention of the term
that I can find is in an article in Attention Magazine (a bimonthly
publication from the US-based ADHD advocacy group Children and Adults
with Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, or CHADD) by Dr William
Dodson, a psychiatrist specialising in adult ADHD. He broke the
emotional-regulation issues ADHDers face into three categories:
overreaction, shame and guilt, and rejection-sensitive dysphoria. He stated
that while the first two were commonly found among a number of
disorders, RSD appeared to be ‘associated exclusively’ with ADHD.2
Dodson described RSD as an extreme emotional pain experienced by an
ADHD person when faced with real or perceived rejection, suggesting it
can be so ‘primitive and overwhelming’ that it can be difficult to find words
to describe it. According to Dodson, around a third of ADHD teens and
adults find RSD the most impairing aspect of their condition.
And I totally know what he’s talking about. That lurching feeling, like
you’re a cartoon character who’s just looked down after unknowingly
walking off a cliff, seeing nothing but air beneath your feet. The rush of
heat and that fuzzy feeling in the front of your face, your eyes going blurry
as the embarrassment sets in. Or the desperation as you pore over a text or
email, obsessively analysing the punctuation and tone. When you can hear
your logical mind telling you this is ridiculous and you need to stop, but the
sound is dampened by a thick layer of panic wrapped tightly around your
brain.
But as relatable as his description may be, and as official as an acronym
like RSD may sound, rejection-sensitive dysphoria isn’t a clinical or
diagnostic term – a fact that genuinely surprised me, given the sheer
number of TikTok creators who talk about it as if it is.
While there’s no doubt many ADHDers do struggle with emotional
regulation,3 and feel negative emotions particularly sharply, there’s
considerably less evidence to suggest that the way we experience rejection
is unique to this condition. There hasn’t been a huge amount of research on
this topic, so the idea that this ‘dysphoria’ is caused by some core
mechanism of ADHD isn’t outside the realm of possibility – but perhaps it’s
more likely that rejection sensitivity is just a result of the battering many
ADHD people’s self-esteem receives while they’re growing up. That
doesn’t make those feelings less valid or important, but it might change
how we should go about addressing them.
And don’t forget, ADHD rarely travels alone. A number of its common
comorbidities, such as borderline personality disorder, also include
heightened emotional responses, where sensitivity towards real or perceived
rejection and abandonment is one of the central challenges. At least a
portion of us could be mistaking the effects of another (undiagnosed)
condition for the ADHD ‘symptom’ RSD.
ADHD paralysis
In one of the examples of a misleading video given in Dr Yeung’s paper,
someone describes a symptom called ‘ADHD paralysis’, where the brain
‘physically’ won’t let them do anything.
Once again, this was a little surprising, as ‘ADHD paralysis’ seemed
like a pretty darn accurate description of my experience. But Yeung told me
that the issue there stemmed from how broad and vague these non-clinical
words can be. They can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different
people.
I’ve seen ‘ADHD paralysis’ used to describe the feeling of being unable
to make yourself just get up and do something, despite wanting to. Many
use it when referring to an ADHD person becoming so overwhelmed by the
mass of information they are receiving and the environment around them
that they freeze, unable to make decisions or even think things through
properly.
Other times I’ve seen people use the term when they have a task or
activity that is scheduled for later in the day, and find that their brain goes
into almost a holding pattern, unable to focus on anything else or get other
things done until then.
Now, these are all things which I have experienced to some degree, and
they aren’t all that hard to trace back to executive dysfunction.4 But where
some of these TikTok creators go wrong is in describing them as if they are
universal among ADHDers and unique to the ADHD experience – when
plenty of these experiences could also be the result of anxiety, depression or
a whole host of other conditions, too. Some creators even use them as
pseudo–diagnostic criteria in those ‘Five signs you might have ADHD’
type videos.
But still, it’s not like the term is strictly ‘incorrect’. It clearly does
reflect many people’s experiences of the condition. It’s just that it’s more of
a loose, cultural term than a strict, scientific one.
And the thing is, because the pool of known ADHDers has been almost
solely made up of children for so much of the condition’s history, there
hasn’t really been a community that was able to inject their own ideas and
lingo into the conversation until now. Previously there were only scientific
terms. Of course there’s going to be a little friction as the cultural and
medical worlds learn to coexist.
It’d be remiss of me not to point out that I’ve seen some fully qualified
medical professionals saying some pretty dodgy stuff about ADHD on the
app, too. (Often those with a helpful link to buy their self-help course or
multivitamins in their bios.)
But I’m also not so enamoured of TikTok that I’m unwilling to admit
there’s plenty of ADHD information and other mental health information on
the platform that could lead people astray.
I totally see how someone, if exposed to enough videos like this, could
come to believe they have ADHD when they don’t. But I guess I’m
sceptical about the level of panic people seem to be feeling over this,
because it’s hard to see the inherent dangers of ‘self-diagnosing with
ADHD’. Because, for the vast majority of people, the step after self-
diagnosis is talking to a doctor.
Even if someone doesn’t have this particular condition, if they’re
relating to the traits of inattention or impulsivity, getting them in front of a
medical professional who might be able to rule out ADHD and give them a
proper diagnosis is still a brilliant outcome. Either that, or they start using
some ADHD ‘life hacks’ to help them concentrate or improve their
organisation and life admin skills. And I mean, that’s still a good outcome,
right?
Obviously, having a bunch of people running around claiming they have
ADHD when they don’t could delegitimise the seriousness of the condition,
and that could be harmful in a broad, social justice sense. But it’s not really
the medical crisis that some news reports and think pieces would have you
believe is currently unfolding.
A common argument is that the real danger of people self-diagnosing
with ADHD is that it could lead to people self-medicating for ADHD, too.
But I’m sorry . . . what? Do you think there are actually people out there
convincing themselves they have ADHD, purposely deciding not to go to
the doctor about it, and instead planning to buy a regular supply of dexys
from their sketchy cousin for (literally) a hundred times the prescription
price? The most infuriating thing is that self-medicating is genuinely a huge
issue when it comes to ADHD – except it’s not these apparent ‘pretenders’
making themselves a fake pharmacotherapy regime out of $10 backyard
pills. It’s people who have no idea they have ADHD snorting lines of coke
because, for some reason, it seems to help them focus, or smoking weed
every night so they can sit still and enjoy a TV show, or breathing in more
vape smoke than oxygen at their home-office desk just to make it through
the workday.
I’m even a bit hesitant to totally dismiss the internet-popular ADHD
terms such as ‘object permanence’ or ‘ADHD paralysis’. Because, despite
their complicated relationship with the cold hard science of ADHD, they
were genuinely the ‘symptoms’ that made it click in my head that I had this
condition. They got me to that psychiatric consultation.
Cate Osborn, as it turns out, is similarly torn, coming from a
background in academia yet acutely aware of how useful these terms can be
as a shorthand for our shared experiences. ‘I remember when I started
talking about rejection sensitivity, so many people were like, “This is just
trauma.” And I’m like . . . yes. That’s just what we’re calling it. We gave it
a name so we can all collectively talk about it.
‘There’s a reason why I don’t use very academic language, and it’s
because that’s not what this is for,’ Osborn tells me. ‘This is for the general
population to learn, and to give them something to go to their doctor to talk
about,’ she says.
And despite his reservations, Faraone agrees these community terms
can help drive the academic conversation, too. ‘At some point, some of
these social media memes that are coming out may well motivate
researchers to look at it. You’ve got all these people talking about rejection-
sensitive dysphoria, and currently we don’t deal with it. But maybe we
ought to study it and see what its causes are.’
‘Oh my god, all those TikToks! Even I relate to most of those things!
They’re so general,’ a friend of a friend tells me, unprompted, after I
casually mention my diagnosis over Friday drinks.
‘I swear, like, five of my friends think they have ADHD because of that
app. It’s such a trend,’ says a reporter from another paper at a journalism
awards night, strangely immediately after telling me they loved my article
about how I found out I had ADHD from TikTok.
Osborn is right. There’s a vast number of people out there looking for
help. It’s not TikTok’s fault that this is the place where we first properly
learnt about ADHD, it’s the fault of decades of racist, patriarchal medical
research, an educational structure that – by and large – only views mental
health conditions through the prism of classroom disturbances, and a
sustained campaign of anti-medication propaganda convincing the public
that ADHD diagnoses are a dangerous fad to be avoided at all costs.
Believe me when I say that I desperately wish I hadn’t found out one of
the most fundamental things about my brain on the goddamn dancing app.
It’s nobody’s dream to have a few lines of computer code designed to sell
your attention for profit be the first one to notice you have a lifelong,
potentially life-ruining neurological condition. But the fact of the matter is,
I’m so unbelievably glad it did.
‘There’s nothing that prepares you for the first letter that says, “I chose
not to kill myself because of your content,”’ says Osborn. ‘I try to treat it
with the greatest of respect and the most compassion and kindness that I
can, because it’s . . .’ She pauses. ‘It’s a gift to get to do this every day. And
it’s one I take so seriously.’
While it’s clear, yes, that the ADHD-TikTok ecosystem is filled with
half-truths, questionable conclusions and occasional outright bad-faith
actors, ultimately I feel like the ‘dangers’ and ‘harm’ are kind of small in
the broad scheme of things. No, it’s not great if someone misunderstands
how a certain brain function relates to ADHD. Yes, it’s bad if vague ‘How
to tell if you have ADHD’ videos make ADHD look more trivial than it is.
Yes, a few people may mistakenly think they have ADHD when they don’t,
and, yes, they might even waste a few hundred bucks talking to a doctor
just for the doctor to tell them they’re wrong.
But these risks are all so theoretical, while the benefits of having this
online community and this public conversation are as tangible as they
come. It means people finally understanding themselves, finally getting the
help they need, and finally starting to right the wrongs that centuries of
misogyny and racism have embedded so deeply into our world of mental
health. There’s no doubt in my mind that these silly little ADHD videos are
genuinely saving people’s lives.
Part Two
Living
Not ADHD enough
The fear
It’s a weird thing to admit, but I spent the first few months after my
diagnosis utterly petrified I might have made the whole thing up. That the
psychiatrist got it wrong. That I knew too much about the symptoms of
ADHD going in and just said all the right things so I could pass the ADHD
test. That somehow I faked it, and this had all simply been a convenient
excuse to make myself feel better about being lazy and disorganised.
This fear grew into a secret, immobilising shame that I carried around
with me each day. But after speaking with dozens of other people who were
diagnosed as adults, I’ve come to learn that this is a shockingly common
experience – especially among women, for whom imposter syndrome is
already so pervasive.
This is only my armchair hypothesis, but I think a big reason why
people begin to worry that their ADHD is fake or artificially exaggerated
after their diagnosis is that human brains are just naturally really good at
pattern recognition – and suddenly we now have a pattern to look for.
Before I became aware of the symptoms of ADHD, there would be
maybe ten or fifteen micro-incidents in my day where I would misplace
something, or get distracted, or lose track of time. I’d go ‘Hmph’, scold
myself slightly, then move on and forget all about it.
They weren’t linked in my mind. But once I learnt about my ADHD, I
started connecting the dots. I would get distracted reading about whether
polarised sunglasses actually protect your eyes while I was meant to be
writing an article on the tourism industry. ‘Probably ADHD,’ I started to
think. I would forget to call my partner back, even though he had called me
twice. ‘Classic ADHD.’ I’d see a YouTube video of someone
recommending the classic science fiction series The Hyperion Cantos, and I
would spend the next three hours researching every bit of that universe’s
lore – and oh, wait, hyper-focusing is an ADHD thing, too. Every time I
messed up, I’d gouge another neurodivergent notch in my subconscious
tally. Suddenly, my entire day was utterly consumed by the sheer ‘ADHD-
ness’ of it all, and it felt like I had gone from zero to one hundred in a flash.
‘That can’t be right,’ my subconscious told me, ‘therefore I must be
faking it.’
It also didn’t help that at the time I was diagnosed, our society was (and
still is) in the grip of a reactionary backlash over this new wave of people
discovering their condition, with heightened cultural suspicion over people
‘faking’ their ADHD. I’ve been forced to justify my own experience at
cafes, in bars, at a child’s birthday party, even live on radio after literally
having been invited to talk about how ADHD is misunderstood in adults.
This is extremely difficult to confront day in, day out – especially when
you’re still trying to work through your insecurities about this life-changing
news. Even with a formal diagnosis in your back pocket, it’s hard not to
internalise the idea that ADHD might be a craze and you’re just one of the
suckers that got caught up in it.
I always liked that I was able to chime in with a witty joke even in the
most inappropriate of circumstances – I thought it was a testament to my
comedy chops. But what if I do it not because I’m funny, but because I
struggle with impulse control and don’t absorb social cues the same way
other people do?
I liked that I was constantly picking up hobbies or getting engrossed in
a new topic – I thought it made me spontaneous and inquisitive. But what if
it’s an expression of my malfunctioning prefrontal cortex’s inability to
properly regulate my attention?
Knowing that these parts of me might be connected to ADHD didn’t
necessarily make me like them less, but it did make them feel less ‘mine’.
In fact, I felt less ‘mine’ all over.
When I was thirteen, my mum’s car got broken into while parked in the
street outside our house. It wasn’t anything dramatic – they just yanked out
the spare change compartment and rifled through the first-aid kit, stealing
half a packet of home-brand paracetamol. But still, it felt so disconcerting
the next morning, sitting in the car knowing a stranger had been there.
For a while after I was diagnosed, that’s kind of how I felt about my
own brain. Like there had been a secret stranger in my head all these years,
a puppet master dictating what I did and how I acted. And now that they
had been found out, I was left sitting in the car again with everything
feeling different.
Where does ADHD stop and where does it begin? Does it encompass
my strengths and my weaknesses, my interests, my emotions too? Did it
even affect my career choice, seeing me gravitate towards a high-pressure
environment with daily deadlines and an ever-changing array of things to
research?
For a while, it was hard to find a part of me that ADHD hadn’t touched.
Shortly after that, the grief began, quickly joined by a tinge of anger.
Because when you learn, as an adult, that you’ve had ADHD your entire
life, you can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if the system
had been built to recognise your struggles all those years ago. And there’s a
much more painful question lurking just below this one: Who would I be,
and what would I have achieved, if I never even had ADHD to begin with?
In those early months after my diagnosis, I had this image of a ‘Matilda
without the ADHD’ burnt into the back of my brain.
She was skinnier, and healthier, with clothes that were never wrinkled
and hair that never frizzed. She lived in a perfectly tidy, beautiful house,
with journalism awards crowding her dust-free shelves and money flying
into her bank account. But the most unbearable part was how happy she
looked – not weighed down by constant fatigue and frustration at herself for
not living up to her ‘full potential’.
Truthfully, this image of myself wasn’t entirely born when I learnt I had
ADHD; she has always sort of been around. But before my diagnosis, she
was the goal – the person I believed I was only a long, relaxing holiday and
an ultra-efficient day-planner organisation system away from being. After I
was diagnosed, she became the person that I ‘should have’ been. The future
that I was owed, until my own goddamn brain ripped it away from me.
This is of course all bullshit. ADHD or not, I would never have lived up
to other Matilda’s standards. No human could. Still, there’s a grief in
accepting that the struggles you are going through aren’t just a ‘phase’ or a
‘rough patch’. In accepting that this is simply who you are.
For a long time, the prospect of letting go of this ‘perfect’ version of
myself was too painful, so she stuck around as a mean, taunting ghost.
But, slowly, over many, many months, her grip on my mind and self-
esteem began to weaken. She began to feel less and less real, until
eventually, the idea of saying goodbye to her didn’t feel like a loss. It felt
like a wonderful relief.
But emotions aren’t facts, and just because you might feel guilty about
having an explanation for your deficits doesn’t mean that explanation is
wrong. You may just have been a good and talented person all along.
You’ve earnt the right to be happy about that, and you owe it to the
younger version of yourself, who spent all those years struggling, to accept
the life raft and forgive them, too.
The other day I plucked up the courage to tell Anthony I was worried I
might be faking my ADHD. He looked me dead in the eye, gestured to the
pile of unfolded washing sitting next to me that I’d started doing an hour
earlier, and the monstera-pattern long-stitch cushion-cover kit that I
impulse-bought while going to the shops for bread the week before that was
now occupying my hands instead, and laughed.
And, at least for now, that look of utter bemused disbelief from
someone who knows me so well is enough for me.
The guilt of burnout
It’s self-indulgent to talk about writing a book within that book, but
I’m about halfway through the process and I think this book might
be destroying me. My ADHD has never been worse. And all the
while I’m writing about ways to manage ADHD better, I have
absolutely no energy to do any of it for myself.
When I got busy, things started falling through the cracks.
Suddenly I was playing catch-up in my life again. And the weight
and pressure of that just made those cracks widen further. I’ve let so
many people down. I can’t even bring myself to open messages
from friends, let alone call people to talk about ADHD for the book.
I yelled at my mum on the phone today for asking about my
plans for work. I was sobbing and throwing out the words ‘I’m so
fucking tired. I just want to rest. I just want to have a day off’, while
holding my hand so tight against my eyes that thousands of moving
grey dots appeared in the darkness of my eyelids.
Last week I messaged my primary school teacher to see if she
would speak to me for the book about what I was like in class as a
kid. She graciously agreed and then I totally forgot. She waited for
thirty minutes in the staffroom after school before she messaged me,
‘I’m going to have to go, can we do it some other day?’
I saw that message appear and scrolled up to see, ‘Hey, are we
still on for today?’ and ‘Hey, just wondering what time you were
planning to get here.’ And there I was, sitting in the office in the
city, with the crushing feeling of, oh my god, I’ve done it again.
I lost my AirPods for a month because I never checked the work
group chat to see my colleague posting that he’d found some in the
studio.
I cancelled on a friend last minute because I realised I was
double-booked.
I’ve rocked up to work late the last five times I’ve been into the
office, and didn’t have the mental capacity to just play it cool,
instead telling my boss a hundred different excuses about the trains
being delayed and drawing more attention to it.
I haven’t been swimming in weeks. I haven’t gone jogging in
months. I haven’t called my grandma back. I haven’t transferred my
share of an Uber ride to my co-worker. I haven’t sent experts thank-
you texts for speaking with me. I haven’t cleaned up the ever-
growing pile of clothes in my room.
I feel as if I leave a trail of inconvenience in my wake and the
longer it gets, the less I can bear to even try to rectify it. ADHD has
a way of making you feel like a bad friend, a bad daughter, a bad
granddaughter, a bad colleague. It makes you reliant on other
people’s capacity to forgive.
I’m pretty sure that, for me, ADHD is why one minute my life
and mental health can seem totally fine, and the next they fall into
utter shambles. If I get seven hours’ sleep I’m fine, but if I get six
and a half I’m a mess and chances are I’ll break down crying in the
middle of a workday. I’ll forget my meetings, burn my dinner, be
rude to Anthony. And then the anxiety and guilt will keep me up at
night even though I’m desperately tired.
The moment I become overworked, the same thing happens. The
moment I get a cold. The moment I have a disagreement with
someone. I feel like I’m constantly walking a tightrope.
And I just want to be tough. I want to be like all the US
presidents you hear about who sleep four hours a day and still
manage to run a country.
I wish I never saw that stupid inspirational quote, ‘Find a job
you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.’ I do have
a job that I love, but I still feel every minute of work in my bones.
What I’m coming to understand, though, is that having ADHD
means I need to do a whole host of extra things every second of the
day just to seem ‘normal’ and keep my life together. I’m
concentrating on not interrupting the person I’m speaking to. I’m
forcing myself to focus on their words even though the lightbulb is
flickering behind them. I’m going through a list in my head of
everything I need to do and can’t forget, over and over and over
again so it doesn’t disappear.
Multiple times an hour, I find myself adrift and I have to thread a
vast expanse of thoughts through the head of a needle just to figure
out what it was I was doing again.
I’m only just starting to comprehend what people mean when
they talk about ‘masking’ one’s ADHD, and the fact that I’ve been
doing it, too. It’s like my brain is carrying an extra 20-kilogram bag
around on its back. No wonder I wear out more quickly when the
incline gets steeper.
But, I’m trying to get to the point where, when I’m burnt out, I
no longer double my pain by hating myself for being exhausted in
the first place. I’m not doing a great job of it right now. I feel bad, I
feel weak, I feel like an inconvenience.
But typing this has made me realise that maybe this is one of
those times when it’s important to take my own advice. Perhaps the
solution here isn’t reading another peer-reviewed study, as if the
opposite of failure was ‘pushing through no matter how much it
costs you’. Maybe what I need to do is give my brain a break, sit
down with a hot chocolate, eat something more nutritious than stale
corn chips, and watch an episode of Gilmore Girls.
I have a feeling the world might feel a lot better on the other
side.
10
Obviously I’m no expert – I’m not even wearing pants right now (not
because it’s comfy, but because I genuinely can’t bear the idea of finding
them in the tottering pile of clothes next to my bed) – but when it comes to
living with ADHD as an adult, I like to divide my tactics into three
categories:
1. the habits and routines we can adopt to reduce ADHD
symptoms (the topic of this chapter)
2. the systems we can create to work with our brain on its own
terms (discussed in Chapter 11)
3. the fights I’ve simply decided to let ADHD win (see Chapter
12).
All three are equally important, but let’s focus on the first one for a
second.
Stop soldiering on
In the first year after being diagnosed with ADHD, I was so excited about
every productivity hack, innovative morning routine or tip to ‘heal’ my
ADHD that I’d throw myself into it full throttle. Then two or three days
later, I’d be so exhausted and mentally stretched that I’d end up collapsing,
giving up on my brand new ‘habit’ and feeling terrible, frustrated and
‘unhealable’.
But now, in my more educated, more proactive second year, I’ve figured
out that a lot of these systems were never aimed at reducing my symptoms,
they were just training me in how to push through the executive
dysfunction no matter the emotional cost. Those tips like ‘Never put
something down, put it away’ or ‘Tell yourself that you aren’t allowed to
stand up from your desk until 4 pm, no matter how much work you get
done’.
I’m not saying there’s no place for these ‘force yourself’ tactics –
they’re definitely in the ADHD toolbox. I’m just not sure we should be
reaching for them so often. I know I can force myself to work when I really
need to. I’ve written an entire article while genuinely worrying that I’m
going to break my computer because I keep crying into the keyboard. But I
also know that I’m absolutely empty after I do that. Even if it’s a less
extreme example than this, pushing and pushing and pushing still costs me
something deep down that an extra hour of sleep and a quiet afternoon
won’t fix. I don’t believe it’s ethical to suggest using these tactics for
everyday tasks.
The goal has to be to make living with ADHD less exhausting, so it’s
easier to complete the task in the first place. And the good news is, there are
actually ways to do that. The bad news is, they are going to therapy, eating
healthily, getting enough sleep and exercising regularly.
I know. I was fucking devastated when I found out too.
If we feel good, refreshed and awake when we sit down to work, study,
do chores, or socialise with family and friends, then it’s way easier for our
poor little overworked Ethels to focus on the important stuff, rather than
deal with all the dense paperwork that comes flying in when we haven’t
been outside in a week and our bodies begin to merge with the couch.
Obviously in the throes of a severe mental health flareup this isn’t always
going to be feasible, but as a form of general emotional maintenance, it’s
invaluable.
‘Well, that’s all well and good, Matilda,’ I hear you say, ‘but how does
an ADHDer actually make themselves exercise in the first place?’
Because I viscerally hate exercising so much, I was about to write that
I’m probably not the best person to ask, but perhaps that actually means I’m
one of the best. So, here’s how I manage to force myself, kicking and
screaming, into moving my body.
First, it’s important to remember that ADHD brains naturally have a
harder time weighing the cost of short-term pain against long-term gain. So
simply knowing that if you do this every day for weeks you’re going to start
feeling happier or healthier probably isn’t the powerful motivator it might
be for a neurotypical person.
Rather than focusing on those long-term benefits, we need to find types
of exercise that provide implicit rewards – meaning the act of doing the
workout is pleasurable in and of itself. We need to set up explicit
consequences – meaning we have to do the annoying workout in order to
avoid something slightly more annoying. And we need to integrate these
rewards and consequences into our routines – meaning we eventually start
doing them without having to consciously bully ourselves into it. Let me
give you some examples.
Over the past year, I’ve managed to find three types of exercise that I
find bearable: riding my bike to work, swimming and playing in a local
football team.
For me, the key to getting exercise done is to take away the moment
when I have to actively decide to do it. I’ve created situations where I’m
dragged into it whether I like it or not. And ninety-nine times out of a
hundred – when those reward chemicals eventually do hit – I’m
extraordinarily glad that I did, and relieved that I didn’t have the chance to
talk myself out of it.
Obviously, plenty of our sleep issues are caused by simply not having
the executive-functioning capacity to get ourselves to bed on time, or not
being able to quiet our brains, but this might not be the whole story. In
Chapter 4, I mentioned that a decent whack of ADHDers potentially have
issues with a delayed circadian rhythm,21 meaning the simple comfort of
‘being sleepy when it’s bedtime’ isn’t guaranteed. But there are potentially
some fixes for that as well.
One fairly popular and reasonably effective option22, 23 is to take
melatonin supplements (but please talk to your doctor first, especially if
you’re already on ADHD medication, because when used incorrectly or for
too long, melatonin has been linked to depression). I’ve found melatonin
incredibly helpful. It’s not a miracle fix, and I’ll still have nights staring at
the ceiling on occasion, but it’s really great for speeding up that eyes-heavy,
mind-empty, acute feeling of tiredness when I need to rip myself away from
my phone and put effort into going to sleep.
If melatonin isn’t for you, there’s another (admittedly less robustly
researched) tactic, that’s either very funny or extremely Black Mirror–
esque, depending on how you see it. It’s buying a sunrise online. Hear me
out.
Basically, one way to potentially get our circadian rhythm and our
melatonin-release schedule back on track is to beat our brains over the head
with the fact that the sun is up by using something called ‘morning bright-
light therapy’. For half an hour first thing each morning, you chill out with
your face 60 centimetres away from a super-bright (at least 10,000 lux)
lamp usually used for seasonal affective disorder. Two studies on ADHDers
showed a significant improvement, both in bringing their circadian rhythm
forward and reducing ADHD symptoms in general, for the weeks they used
bright-light therapy.24, 25 But while the results were promising, the study
sample sizes were small, so there’s no guarantee it will be worth the cash
splash.
I believe part of the morning-light therapy process is meant to include
limiting your exposure to blue light at night, too, meaning no screens or
phone in bed. But given my brain’s night-time tendency to become
consumed with the crushing reality that I will one day die when it’s not
constantly distracted by technology, I went for the alternative technique
suggested by one study, which is wearing blue-light-blocking glasses from
4 pm onwards.26 I ran my own extremely small science experiment on these
two tactics for a few weeks and my conclusion was . . . yeah, sure, I think it
helped a bit. But, god, it’s hard to remember to put on those glasses at 4 pm.
So, those are the four main pillars of reducing the intensity of our
ADHD impairments. Achieving this lifestyle is still a difficult (potentially
lifelong) mission, but hopefully, even with little, incremental
improvements, we will start giving our Ethel some room to breathe. She’s
earned it.
Now we’ve gone through all the ways we can help our brain fit our
world, it’s time to talk about how we can make our world fit our brain. And
I have brilliant news: this is where the life hacks start.
11
One of the best things about learning you have ADHD is realising that
once you let go of the idea of what’s ‘normal’ or ‘the proper thing to do’,
there are so many ingenious, helpful and fun ways to make your life more
ADHD-friendly.
So welcome to ‘all the fun stuff’. We’re talking life hacks, we’re talking
to-do lists, we’re talking a complicated system of different-coloured
bracelets to help remind you to brush your teeth in the morning. And if by
any chance your natural disposition is not to be as excited about this kind of
thing as I am, fear not – I’ll spell out all the benefits so you simply won’t be
able to resist.
But as joyous as ADHD tips and tricks can be, the first and most
important one is not to overload yourself. One or two new ADHD systems
are fun; eight or nine all at once is a recipe for overwhelming your
executive-functioning capacity rather than improving it. It’s probably best
to try a couple of things out, see if you can get them integrated into your
routine, and once they become second nature think about adding a couple
more.
The next big hurdle is pride. A lot of the systems and habits I’m about
to describe could be viewed as a little childish or embarrassing – especially
if you’re in possession of an annoyingly judgemental inner monologue. But
the fact of the matter is, ADHD brains respond really well to fun things, so
to make your world more ADHD-friendly, you kind of have to accept that
you’ll be making it more playful, too. And there’s no point denying yourself
something both whimsical and productive just for the sake of feeling like
a‘proper’ grown-up.
And one last thing before we launch into the hacks – while some have
come purely from my own personal experience, most are things I’ve picked
up from others along the way. Friends, medical professionals, TikToks,
tweets, comments in ADHD Facebook groups (the only reason I go on
Facebook nowadays), or the random woman I sat next to on the train who
was talking loudly on the phone about her ‘brain dump’ list. Many of these
hacks have been floating around the ADHD community for a while, which
makes crediting the original creator (if one exists) extremely difficult or
downright impossible, but I’ve endeavoured to do so where I can.
Okay, let’s go.
Chore charms
Using this same ‘constant reminder’ principle, I also utilise a chore charm
system. I didn’t invent this, and it’s hard to pinpoint exactly who did, but
it’s been used widely by people all over TikTok.
The basic concept is that you have a bunch of chunky, stretchy bracelets
with a little jangly tag attached (I use keyring tags), each listing a chore
around the house you need to do on a weekly or monthly basis. Things like
‘wipe down the stove’, ‘water the living-room plants’ or ‘throw out all the
mouldy food in the fridge’.
Each room has a different jar with its unique chores in it. Whenever you
have time to do housework, pick out three or four of the bracelets from the
jars (or however many you want) and put them around your wrist. Here’s
the important bit: you’re not allowed to take the charm off until you’ve
completed the chore written on it.
When you’re finished, you chuck the bracelet in a big empty jar labelled
‘done’ and, notionally, by the end of the week you will have filled it and
finished all your chores. Then you can empty it back out (leaving the
monthlies in there till the end of the, you guessed it, month) and start again.
If that sounds overwhelmingly difficult, don’t worry. I don’t think I’ve ever
actually filled the ‘done’ jar. It’s more of an aspirational goal.
This system has a couple of big benefits:
Once you make the charms, it takes away the complex executive-
functioning task of figuring out what chores you need to do every
single time.
You get a little hit of dopamine and satisfaction when you finally get
to take off the bracelet and chuck it in the ‘done’ jar.
The rattling of the tags on your wrist is not only a constant micro-
reminder of what you’re meant to be doing, but it’s slightly annoying,
so you’re motivated to get the chore done, and fast. (This might be a
bit of a turn-off if you have sensory sensitivities, especially if you’re
also autistic, so you could consider using tags made out of cloth or
another soft material to avoid clanking.)
The chore charm system is really handy for cleaning, but I’ve found
myself adapting it for my morning routine, too. I have a separate ‘morning’
jar with every step I need to complete to get ready for a workday – ‘make
the bed’, ‘have breakfast’, ‘put on deodorant’, ‘brush teeth’, ‘do skin care’,
‘take medication’, etc. It’s not so much that I think I’m going to forget these
things (although I regularly do), but with my habit of drifting off course
when I’m sleepy (read: accidentally sitting on my bed in just a towel after a
shower, scrolling on my phone), this system helps keep me on task. It
means I’m constantly thinking about what’s next to do and how I can get
those bloody bracelets off my wrist as soon as possible. I can see how the
outsider might think it childish, but I get to host my own little game show
every morning where I race against the clock to defeat the bracelets.
Waking up to that level of fun and whimsy is totally worth it for me.
This system does require a good few hours to set up – writing and
finalising your list of chores, labelling every tag, washing old jam
jars, etc. I recommend watching a bunch of videos about it online
and then harnessing your excitement, allowing that to morph into
hyperfocus, ordering everything online in a fit of passion, and
busting out all the prep work in one afternoon while you steadfastly
ignore the need to vacuum.
Staying on track
So, once you’ve remembered all the things you need to do, how do you
actually get them done? Well, your tactics will vary drastically depending
on whether you’re trying to get a lot of little tasks done in a row (like doing
the chores at home), where your time-management, planning and task-
switching abilities will be put to the test; or you’re trying to get stuck into
one mega job (such as sitting for several hours to do your tax, submit
invoices, study for an exam or write reports for work), where you’ll need to
sustain intense focus, avoid distractions and maintain motivation.
Let’s go with the string of little tasks first.
Body doubling
One interesting quirk of ADHD is that a lot of us find it extremely useful to
have someone else in the room when we’re trying to complete a chore. This
is known as ‘body doubling’, and there are a bunch of reasons it can help:
It makes us feel accountable for staying on task, because the person
will notice if we end up sitting on the floor googling the downfall of
the Roman empire for an hour.
Their presence is a physical reminder of what we’re meant to be doing,
so even if we do get a little side-tracked, as soon as we see them we
can pull ourselves back to task.
They can encourage us to keep going and not to leave that frustrating
final 10 per cent undone.
Dealing with the day-to-day complications of life is kind of scary, so it
can be comforting to feel like you’re not in it alone.
I often find myself asking Anthony to come and sit on the bed while I
clean up my clothes. He doesn’t even need to talk – he can be on his phone
or getting things done on the computer – I just need a warm body there.
This is true for regular work as well as housework, which is why some
ADHDers find they prefer physically being at their place of employment to
working from home.
If you don’t have someone who’s physically able to be with you, you
can always video-call someone – perhaps another ADHDer who’s trying to
get stuff done too – and you can be each other’s double. There are even
websites that will pair you up with a stranger for this very purpose,
although this is a bit too high-pressure for my liking.
For longer-term tasks, you could try a more traditional ‘accountability
partner’ – a friend or a trusted work colleague, or maybe a favourite aunt
who will check in on you every week or month or whatnot, to ask how
much progress you’ve made on your chosen project. This motivates you to
get stuff done so you actually have something to report back to them. Even
better, if you can find someone with a similar goal, you can check in on
each other.
One-stop shop
The other danger zone when completing a string of tasks is all the things
that can distract you along the way. You’re never going to rid your home or
workplace of all distractions (we have ADHD, we’ll find something), but
you can reduce your exposure to them by limiting the travel time between
the steps of a task. I’m not talking about car trips and highways here – I
literally mean that I’ll have a way better chance of getting the sheets
changed if I don’t have to walk past a comfy couch on my way to get a
pillowcase.
So put things where you’re going to use them. It sounds simple but it’s
honestly revolutionary. Here are a few examples.
Medications
I constantly forget to take my medication because I’ll take the pills out of
their bottle, pop them on the table and stand up to go get a glass of water.
Spoiler alert: that pill isn’t going to be taken for hours, and, oh no, it’s a
long-acting stimulant so if I take it now I’ll never get to sleep tonight.
My solution was purchasing a water bottle online that has a days-of-the-
week pill organiser built into the side. This way, once a week I can load up
the compartments with my medications and vitamins, fill her up with water,
pop it on my coffee table or by my bedside and huzzah! A two- or three-
step process becomes one step, and therefore much more likely to be
completed.
The issue with this particular set of ADHD hacks is that they often
involve buying things. The pill organiser cost me about $18, which
luckily I’m able to afford, but not everyone can. So, wherever
possible, I’ll try to include a low- or no-cost alternative. Like, for
this one you can also literally just tape your medication box to any
old water bottle. It doesn’t have to be pretty to be functional. But if,
like me, a little capitalist demon sometimes sneaks into your body
and convinces you that you need to buy something to feel whole
again, these things are at least a productive purchase that still
provide that ‘there’s a package making its way to me’ rush of
dystopian joy.
Cleaning
I try to put a little rubbish bin in every room of the house, as well as next to
my desk, meaning I don’t have to get up and ruin my workflow by popping
chewing gum or a wrapper in the rubbish. Of course, any old box or
container can serve the same purpose.
I’ve also endeavoured to have a set of cleaning products, sponges and
paper towels in each room where I might use them. That way, if I see the
bathroom mirror is dirty, I just reach out, grab everything I need, do the
whole job and put everything away without ever having to leave the room.
These can be the cheapest no-name brands, by the way – remember: ‘done’,
not ‘perfect’.
Out-of-the-house essentials
I try to keep a little notebook, pen, mints, sanitary pads, a muesli bar, a
day’s worth of medications and a phone-charging brick in my handbag at all
times, so I only need to worry about my keys and my phone when I’m
heading out the door. (And a wallet, I guess, if you still use cash or physical
cards.) Eventually, I’m aiming to get a set of these essentials in every
handbag so I don’t even have to move them across, but that’s a goal for
another dopamine-filled day.
Brain dump
Getting started is one thing, but maintaining that intense level of focus is a
whole other beast.
Part of eliminating your distractions and detours is understanding what
causes them in the first place. A lot of the time I’m getting diverted from
the work at hand because I think of something I have to do, I simply can’t
trust myself to remember it later. In a very real way, it’s now or never.
Sometimes this impulse to just ‘get it done’ is a good one for people with
ADHD, but it’s not always that helpful when you’re mega-tasking.
I’ve managed to handle this by using my ‘brain dump’ space – a Word
document I keep open at all times where I write down every important
thought or task that pops into my head. This way I only have to divert my
attention for a couple of seconds rather than minutes or hours, and I don’t
have to feel anxious about my thoughts floating away into the ADHD-ether.
If you aren’t in front of a computer all day, a note on your phone or a little
notebook can work wonders too. But tie a pen to the notebook with a string
or ribbon to make sure it’s always there when you need it.
Habit stacking
In the world of behavioural science, there’s a popular concept known as
‘habit stacking’, which involves purposely creating a mutual association
between something you already instinctively do and something you’re more
likely to forget to do. I think neurotypical people use it to remember to
take their vitamins or get fit or whatever, but it’s also a super useful way for
ADHDers to inject some organisational admin into our lives.
For example, because I have a lot of trouble using a planner or diary,
I’ve begun trying to train myself to check and update my Google Calendar
when I sit down to eat. In fact, as I’m grabbing the food, I repeat in my
brain ‘calendar, calendar, calendar’ to really drive it in. This ebbs and flows
in effectiveness for me, but I have had a couple of good month-long runs.
And when it’s going particularly well, I add another step: when I sit down
to eat, I check my calendar; and then, when I check my calendar, I reply to
any texts. This also has the added benefit of confining those omnipresent
anxiety-inducing tasks, like replying to people, to three neat five-minute
blocks a day, and helps alleviate some of the ‘Oh my god the whole world
is crashing down on me all the time’ panic. Notionally, you could end up
having your entire morning or night routine stacked, but I’m nowhere near
that level yet.
Other stacking options could include:
Checking your emails every time you go on public transport.
Doing the laundry every time a new episode of your favourite podcast
is released.
Putting your clothes away before you have a glass of wine at night.
Taking your medication straight after you get dressed. Then making
your bed once you take your meds.
Calling your grandpa when you put away the food you just bought
from the supermarket.
Going for a walk around the block when your cat starts begging for
food at 4.15 pm every single night even though he bloody well knows
he gets fed at six.
Again, this requires being able to form the habit in the first place, so
don’t be too down on yourself if you find it difficult (I certainly do);
however, it’s relatively painless to keep trying to implement stacks in your
daily life.
Scary hour
ADHD involves a lot of delaying. Sometimes something important needs
doing but it feels too overwhelming, or we’re scared we’ll do it wrong, or
we’re embarrassed we haven’t done it sooner. And so we don’t do it. And it
keeps getting worse and worse and more overwhelming and more scary and
more embarrassing until it just becomes impossible.
I have genuinely forgone a payment of hundreds of dollars because I
didn’t know how to send in an invoice and it was too complicated to figure
out, and then I got so embarrassed I hadn’t done it that I just tried not to
think about it, and then suddenly a year had passed and I didn’t even know
if I was still allowed to ask for it. And I’m really not in a financial position
where I can afford to let money like that slip away. It was just that scary.
But then I listened to the podcast Dear Hank and John – hosted by
brothers Hank Green (the dude from SciShow and TikTok) and John Green
(the dude from Crash Course and the author of every book fifteen-year-olds
were obsessed with in the mid-2010s) – and Hank mentioned that every
week he has a ‘scary hour’. He takes everything he’s afraid of doing – all
those scary emails and bills and phone calls – and dedicates a single hour to
getting them done.
The idea is that then the spooky tasks aren’t haunting you for the whole
week, because you know you don’t have to deal with them till scary hour
comes round. And with that weekly deadline in place, they don’t get the
chance to turn from ‘a little bit stressful’ into ‘full-on terrifyingly demonic’.
Of course, you could adapt it to once a day or once a fortnight, or make it a
‘scary ten minutes after lunch’ or ‘scary afternoon’, depending on your
needs. I’ve come to adore scary hour, and now each Friday when 3 pm rolls
around – that’s spooky time. (Also, I still haven’t submitted that invoice yet.
It’s been, like, two full years now. Do you reckon it’s too late?)
Scary hour is for the things that really do need to get done – whether
they’re exhausting or not. But one of my biggest revelations in learning to
live with ADHD isn’t discovering how to fight every battle all the time –
it’s been figuring out which battles actually aren’t worth fighting in the first
place.
12
The thing about all the tips, tricks and tactics covered in the preceding
chapters is that even if you implement every one of them perfectly, chances
are you’ll still have ADHD.
While it’s been incredibly important for me to try to make my brain suit
my world and my world suit my brain, one of the most crucial parts of
reducing the burden of my ADHD has been accepting that there are just
some things I’m never going to be good at. My life is probably never going
to look like a neurotypical person’s, my brain is probably never going to
look like theirs either, so what’s the point of constantly punishing myself
for not fulfilling the vision of ‘who I should be’ that I crafted before I had
all the relevant information? I have to learn to appreciate and accept the
person who actually exists. I’m still working on it, but I’m getting closer.
Work in progress
So, after months of life hacks, chore charms, behavioural science and high-
protein breakfasts, how did I actually go at the whole ‘getting my shit
together’ thing? Well:
I have my bedtime set on my phone as 10 pm, despite never once
being in bed, let alone asleep, by then.
Every night I promise myself I’m going to get up early enough to put
makeup on for the morning meeting at work, and yet every day I
scramble in at 8.58, brushing my bed-head knots out with my fingers,
hoping no one notices the bags under my eyes.
I decided to work out every evening to get my heart pumping and my
mind clear, and I stopped after the second day.
I posted a video online that more than 5 million people watched about
the chore charm bracelets I use, and then got overwhelmed and went
months without touching them again.
I’ve got a calendar to mark off my streak of ‘good organisational
habits’, and this month is spare and sporadic at best.
I’ve never taken a multivitamin in my life without my mum reminding
me when we chat on the phone.
The plant just to the right of me is going yellow, yet I know if I get up
to water it I’ll never finish writing this.
All of which is to say, I feel like a bit of a fraud writing this book, trying
to tell you how to live with your ADHD when I’m still working it out. But
then again, I feel like more of a failure when I read article after article and
book after book from people who seem to have it all figured out.
Because that’s the thing with this condition. You don’t just ‘fix’
something once. You’re constantly repairing things then breaking them
again. Adopting habits and abandoning them. Learning to love the gym and
then forgetting about it. Building bridges and then burning them.
But every time you change your life, every time you sit down and
decide ‘today’s the day’, you pick up something new. Sure, 90 per cent of
your efforts might crumble by the end of the month, but if you’re lucky, a
little something will stick.
So, let’s look at that list again:
I’ve never got to sleep at 10 pm, but in my attempts to, I’ve stopped
drinking coffee after 2 pm on weekdays.
My morning routine hasn’t gotten to the point of having my makeup
done before the daily conference, but I do manage to eat a high-protein
breakfast almost every day.
I don’t work out every evening, but I have learnt to take myself for a
swim when I need to shake off a stressful day.
I didn’t touch my chore charms for months, but I did remember to put
on sunscreen at least two-thirds of the time.
I may not have ticked off all my ‘good organisational habits’ in a
while, but I do check my Google Calendar more often, and it’s saved
me from missing four appointments this month.
I’ve never remembered to take a multivitamin, but I haven’t missed an
antidepressant pill in weeks.
My plants might not be as big and lush as they could be, but I’ve kept
them alive and growing.
I still feel like a bit of a fraud – but I kept writing this book.
I’m learning how to forgive not only my past self, but my present self,
too. With ADHD, if you’re aiming for perfection, you’re going to be
disappointed. Even if you’re aiming for ‘way better’, you’re probably not
going to get there in one fell swoop. You need to learn to appreciate the
little wins, the little habits you pick up almost by accident in your crusade
for a better life. Because although I do kind of feel like a failure for not
being able to ‘cure’ my ADHD in the name of science and tell you all the
secrets to a perfect neurodivergent life, I’m considerably better off than
when I started.
And I’m going to keep getting better and better, even if my successes
are just accidental by-products of my failures.
The logistics fairy
So, I told you before about one of the worst days I had during the
process of writing this book – but it’s important to share what
happened the next morning, too. Because it’s genuinely one of the
kindest things anyone has ever done for me.
When I woke up, still feeling a little raw, I saw a call from my
sister, Perrin. And I’m not going to lie, I did ignore it at first,
terrified that she would require me to make a decision or do a task
of some kind. But she called again, as, after twenty-five years, she’s
cottoned on to my idiosyncrasies.
‘Hey, Mat. Mum said you had a bit of a rough one,’ Perrin said.
‘Yeah, I’m just kind of over it, you know . . .’ I replied.
‘Yeah, I get it,’ she said, pausing for a second. ‘Is there anything
I can do to help? Can I, like, do a supermarket shop for you, or cook
you some dinners to put in the fridge?’
I paused for a second, too. I was close to saying, ‘No, I can
handle it all. Thanks though.’
I was ashamed to admit it, but the truth was, I genuinely couldn’t
handle ‘it all’. It’s just that a supermarket shop and cooking weren’t
the things I was struggling with. But instead of shrinking back into
my shell, I said, ‘Can you just, like, deal with all the family stuff?’
‘What do you mean?’ she asked.
‘Well, Nana texted like four days ago about her birthday and I
can’t figure out how to say I can’t come, and Kieran messaged me
and needs my address to send the save-the-date for his wedding, and
I opened the message so he knows I saw it but it’s now been like
two days. And I can’t buy birthday presents and I can’t explain to
people why not, and I can’t deal with the logistics, you know? It’s
just too hard.’
I understand how utterly ridiculous all of that may sound. These
are things that would take two minutes to complete. They were
objectively the easiest tasks on my to-do list. This is clearly not
what she was expecting, but she didn’t go, ‘Wait, how is that hard?’
or ‘Are you sure that’s what you need?’ or, worse still, ‘Just do it
right now while you’re on the phone with me, it will take ten
seconds.’ She said, ‘Okay, I’ll sort it out,’ and then she did.
She called Nana, texted our cousin Kieran, bought the presents
that needed to be bought and texted me how much I owed her. She
was my buffer for logistics while I got through the rough patch, and
it was such an unbelievably generous thing to do. She even
remembered to mention I’d need a vegetarian meal for the wedding.
And then, a few days later, without even asking, she texted me a
list of things she knew Mum and Dad might want for Christmas,
because she was getting presents sorted early this year and thought
it might be stressful for me to have to come up with ideas. ‘If you’re
happy with that, I can order them and you can transfer me.’ I tell
you, I nearly cried. I love my sister so, so very much.
ADHD doesn’t always make sense to the outside world. What’s
easy and what’s impossible are based more on emotion and mental
load than actual complexity or time required. So, quite often, the
help that neurotypical people will offer might not really hit the
mark, as well-meaning as it might be.
If you’re a non-ADHDer reading this in the hope of
understanding how you can help your ADHD loved ones, that’s how
you do it. You ask them what they genuinely need, and listen to
them when they tell you.
13
As I reach the three-quarter mark of this year, I’ve been thinking more
and more about what my life would look like if I just dived all-in and lived
exactly the way my ADHD brain wants me to.
If I had no commitments and no one relying on me, I’d stay up till 3 am
every day, sleep in till noon, reply to emails all in a big batch once a month,
clean the house exclusively in unbelievably intense two-hour bursts every
couple of weeks, randomly show up at friends’ and family’s homes on a
whim, and probably spend far too much money on lava lamps. If there were
no consequences for living like that, I’d probably feel a lot less pressure in
my day-to-day life. I’m not saying my ADHD would no longer be a
problem, but I reckon around a good 70 per cent of the impairments would
vanish.
But obviously I can’t live like that – not just because there would be
personal consequences, but because I have loved ones who I need, and
want, to construct my life around. I want to show up for them. I want them
to be happy and content and to feel loved. And unfortunately, my condition
sometimes makes it harder for me to do that.
Throughout most of my life – and I imagine this is a familiar feeling for
many ADHDers – I’ve had little points of tension with the people I love
where, much to my disappointment (and theirs), I’ve consistently let them
down. I knew messiness made Anthony anxious, but I couldn’t keep our
room clean. I knew it was important to my mum and dad that I offered to
help clear the table instead of sitting on the couch watching TV, but I never
seemed to notice when people started getting up and moving. I knew my
friend Andrea needed me to text her back more, but the anxiety of having to
engage in a conversation when I was exhausted was too much for me.
Exactly how do you navigate those important relationships – with
family, friends, long-term partners – or even the intricacies of dating when
you’re staring across the ADHD divide?
Family
A fascinating aspect of being diagnosed with ADHD as an adult is that
some of the most fundamental relationships in your life – the ones with
your family – require a retrospective rewrite.
Raising an ADHD kid can be hard. I’ve never had to try it myself, but I
think that’s a fairly safe assumption. And it only makes things more
complicated when no one has any idea that neurodivergence is even
involved. All kids are challenging occasionally: not cleaning up after
themselves, causing the family to be late, forcing their guardians to stay up
past 1 am pasting pictures of Galapagos giant tortoises on a poster for the
assignment they left until the very last second.
But with (secretly) ADHD kids, this might not be behaviour that just
resolves itself as they get towards their teenage years. From an outside
perspective it simply seems as if they aren’t growing and learning from
their mistakes the way the other kids are. They’re not taking responsibility
for themselves. I mean, fifteen-year-olds are always going to be arseholes,
but like, seriously, this one doesn’t seem to be considering their parent’s
time and needs at all.
Of course, it’s frustrating for the parent on a basic level – but I assume
there’s a deeper pain there, too. It’s their job to help teach their children all
the skills they’ll need in life, but somehow it seems they haven’t managed
to do that. There’s guilt that they’re failing as a parent. There’s fear about
how their kid will cope when they’re not around to bail them out any more.
And there’s worry that their child isn’t going to reach the potential they can
so clearly see in them. These feelings can weigh a relationship down –
something an ADHDer, who’s likely already keenly sensitive to rejection
and criticism, is bound to pick up on, at least subconsciously. This tension
can build and build, with clashes becoming more and more common.
But the good news is, quite often an ADHD diagnosis – even if it’s well
into the kid’s adulthood – can help lighten that load. This is certainly what
happened in my family. But I figured that, given how much was on my
mind at the time, I might not be the best authority on this, so I asked my
mum to jot down some of her memories that have been recontextualised
since the news of my neurodivergence broke. Here’s what she said:
(I tried to cut out that bit at the end where my mum was just being nice
to me, but she made me put it back in.)
When I was first diagnosed, I was quite scared to dive into these in-
depth conversations with my parents. I was worried that in my euphoria of
realising that I wasn’t a ‘bad kid’ – a label they never actually gave to me,
and told me multiple times growing up wasn’t true, but that still somehow
managed to wiggle its way into my brain – I’d create a huge well of guilt
and regret in them. I hadn’t really unpacked the impact the disorder has had
on me, so I was worried it would come across as me telling them that they
were somehow ‘bad parents’ instead of just people who didn’t know the
whole story.
But as the year has gone on we’ve been discussing it more and more,
wading deeper into the difficult waters of ‘what could have been different’.
My parents have been beautifully open to these discussions; however, I
know many of my ADHD friends have been met with defensiveness and
even denial that they have the condition altogether. Obviously this isn’t a
brilliant reaction, but it’s also not hard to imagine why their parents may
have responded in this way. No one wants to think they missed something
so vital and made their child’s life harder. They were probably doing their
best – and the idea that their best still wasn’t enough may just be too painful
to consider. So while these retrospective childhood discussions have
brought me so much healing and growth, and I highly recommend pursuing
them if you feel safe to do so, I understand that this simply isn’t going to be
possible for everyone.
I’ve said before that a huge part of ‘treating’ your ADHD is really about
going over the history of your life, recognising the times where you’ve
needlessly blamed yourself or been blamed for things that were out of your
control, and forgiving yourself. But another aspect is also recognising that
the people who blamed you were just as in the dark as you were. When you
suddenly learn that your life could have been different, it’s only natural to
ask, Whose fault was this? And our parents are often the simplest answer.
But ten years ago, ADHD, especially the inattentive presentation (and
well, any version of the condition in girls) was vastly misunderstood and
overlooked. Ultimately, noticing a pattern is a lot harder if no one ever tells
you that you should be looking for one.
If I’m being perfectly honest, even if my parents had known I had
ADHD, I probably would still have developed self-esteem issues through
school, friendships and a hundred other things that are just trickier for those
of us who grow up neurodivergent. My parents weren’t the be-all and end-
all. They were simply humans who were trying their best.
Friendship
Making new friends is difficult for everyone, but having ADHD can throw
up some pretty unique challenges. Following social cues and norms isn’t
always the easiest for us, but even beyond the initial conversations there’s
the simple fact that it’s hard to establish a deep, ongoing connection with
someone if it’s a significant struggle for you to remember to actually stay in
contact.
While I’m lucky enough to have some very stable and wonderful
friendships, I also know there are a lot of people out there I probably could
have been mates with if I hadn’t left them hanging. So many suggestions to
go for a walk or grab a coffee or have dinner that I’ve either forgotten to
reciprocate or given up trying to organise at the slightest hurdle. A lot of
this is about executive dysfunction and forgetfulness, but there’s also an
element of trauma in there, too. Friendship was really hard and painful for
me as a child. It is for a lot of ADHDers. We were constantly faced with
social rejection and feelings of being an outcast, so it’s not surprising that
starting new friendships as adults is a scary prospect, and why backing
away the moment we feel we’ve made a mistake often seems like the
easiest solution.
But ADHD impulsiveness can be a pretty powerful tool for forging
relationships, too. One thing I really like about myself is how easily I can
click with people, going from a light chat to a mutual, heart-wrenching
confession session over the course of a party. I used to shame myself for
being such an ‘open book’, wishing I could just stay mysterious or keep
others at arm’s length, but I’ve come to learn that a lot of people out there
crave that connection – and my openness (intentional or not) often acts as
the invitation they’ve been waiting for.
This is how I found my best friend Andrea, a five-foot-eleven
Norwegian goddess and all-round glorious human being. When we first met
while working on our university newspaper, our internalised misogynistic
urge to view any other accomplished women as our competition got to us,
and for approximately five days we resented each other deeply. Then we got
paired up on a podcast project, went to dinner afterwards and were crying in
each other’s arms confessing our deepest secrets by the time the first round
of dumplings were served. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
Well . . . we try to be.
See, Andrea is now one of best podcast producers in Australia, which
unfortunately her bosses noticed and made her move from Melbourne,
where I am, to Sydney. Long(ish)-distance friendships require consistency,
effort and a lot of remembering to text back. All things that I really struggle
with.
When I asked if she’d write something for this chapter, I specifically
told her to describe what it’s like for her on the days I go silent. And even
though I knew what was coming, seeing it all laid out in black and white
was devastating.
I remember one specific time when I sent a string of messages. I
think I first complained about one of my family members back in
Norway trying to make me feel guilty for living overseas. The next
day I told you I’d finally booked a counselling session to deal with
my lingering eating disorder. The next said I had fought with my
partner. Although you clearly didn’t mean to discard my messages,
you didn’t reply for a week.
I finally decided to just text you, like, via SMS as if we lived in
the 90s, and asked if you’d deleted your Messenger app, and within
twenty-three seconds I got a frantic call from you, vehemently
apologising. You felt horrible. And, yeah – I was a little bit hurt.
But I know this is very much a common thing for people with
ADHD, just forgetting to do something.
And, in the past year with your writing, I’m learning more and
more about what it’s like for you actually living with ADHD. It’s
changed my understanding of some of the things you do. But also,
hey, that goes both ways. You’ve learnt to understand me over the
years too. That’s what friendship is, baby.
It hurts to know I’ve hurt people, but part of living with ADHD as an
adult is accepting that as much as our condition does explain our
behaviours, it doesn’t rid them of consequences or responsibility. We need
to take this on board and use it to grow, rather than trying to ignore it or
potentially even retreating from important relationships so we don’t have to
deal with our feelings of guilt.
So now, when Andrea needs support, to vent or maybe is just dying for
a chat, she’ll call me instead. If I’m busy and I say I’ll call her back, but
then forget, she’ll just call again. And calling works brilliantly for me. I can
chat while I’m cooking or walking or cleaning or shopping, and it actually
helps me get those tasks done because my mind is focused on the
conversation, not on the million and one distractions. Which means I now
find myself calling her all the time as well.
Because I was able to put forward a solution and she was
accommodating enough to adapt to my needs, our friendship is closer than
ever, and we probably talk to each other more now with 878 kilometres
between us than we did when we were both in the same city.
It’s easy to overlook the importance of friendship – especially when life
feels so hectic, especially when your brain isn’t great at remembering
people when they’re not right in front of you, and especially when it’s an
area where you’ve been burnt before. But it’s worth pushing through the
discomfort and having the hard conversations, because the reward is having
people in your life who deeply understand you.
Dating, etc.
When people talk about romantic relationships and ADHD, the
conversations often revolve around navigating life at home and the day-to-
day challenges the condition can exacerbate in a long-term relationship.
Something that’s less discussed is the way the condition can make getting
into a long-term relationship difficult to begin with. The symptoms of
ADHD don’t just suddenly go away when it comes to your romantic life. In
fact, it might bring them into even sharper focus.
ADHD brains are desperate for stimulation, and what’s more
stimulating than ‘the chase’? The dance of dating, having sex with a new
person for the first time, learning about their lives and world and family,
and, like a little romance detective, slowly solving the puzzle of who they
are. With that much excitement, it’s easy to become obsessed with someone
and, without even realising it, accidentally allow them to slip out of the
realm of ‘actual human being’ and into the land of ‘hyper-fixation’. From
the outside it might not look the same as that time you decided to get really
into rock climbing, but falling in love with a person is a dangerously
enticing hobby.
The issue with someone becoming your hyper-fixation is that – just like
with waking up at the crack of dawn to scale a 9-metre indoor cliff face –
eventually that well of beautiful stimulation will run dry. The excitement
will wane, but unlike the rock wall, the person at the other end of your
hyper-fixation has the capacity to be extremely hurt by your sudden lack of
interest.
This isn’t a universal ADHD experience, but it is a fairly common one.
That’s not to say that no relationship can outlast our hyper-fixations. But
when that rush does inevitably end, we shouldn’t panic. It doesn’t mean the
relationship is suddenly doomed, just that it’s time to take a breath, assess
the person for whom they really are, and figure out if they were a hobby or
someone we want to share all our hobbies with.
Unfortunately for our stimulation-starved brains, turbulent, fiery,
volatile relationships also tend to keep scratching that ‘excitement itch’ in a
way that stable, supportive, loving ones might not.
I reckon TV and romcoms and Gossip Girl have also set a bit of a trap
here, telling us that our heart or our soul, not our brain, always ‘knows
what’s right’, and that if we suddenly get the urge to get back out there, find
someone new and start that rush all over again, this is ‘our heart sending us
a message’. Maybe that’s the case for neurotypical people, I don’t know.
But for us, there’s a decent chance that it’s our under-functioning
mesolimbic pathway talking to us, not our hearts. I’m not saying you
should slog it out in some boring, unfulfilling relationship no matter what,
but we shouldn’t mistake that perpetual sense of inner restlessness common
to many ADHDers as a sign that someone isn’t right for us or that the
relationship is automatically doomed.
It’s also not just the ‘excitement’ factor that might lead ADHDers to
avoid emotionally intimate relationships. ‘Rejection-sensitive dysphoria’
(see Chapter 8) may not be an official clinical symptom, but plenty of
people with ADHD do feel rejection in an acute and painful way,1 and this
can make dating a more intense and painful experience, because the
possibility of repeated rejection is part of the package. In fact, a study of
around five hundred university students from China and the US even
showed a correlation between the severity of ADHD symptoms and a
person’s fear of intimacy.2
Long-term love
Let’s say you do find the right person. You get over the hyper-fixation
hump, you see them for who they are and you love them for it. And, wow,
would you look at that, they love you too. Suddenly you’re in a long-term
relationship, you might even be living with them, and now it’s time to
figure out what it means to share your life with someone as an ADHDer.
Anthony and I had already moved into a share house together when I
was diagnosed, and I distinctly remember coming into the lounge room
after my psychiatric assessment and seeing him sitting on the couch. He
turned and looked up at me and smiled in that loving way that always feels
like home to me, and I thought to myself, ‘Sucked in, motherfucker. You
can’t get annoyed at me for leaving all my clothes in a pile now. That shit is
medically exempt.’
We’ve since moved out of the share house and into a tiny little
apartment that’s all our own. This was wonderful, but moving into a home
with only three rooms total has come with some challenges.
Anthony doesn’t have ADHD. In fact, forcing him to take some of the
same online tests and seeing how drastically lower his scores were than
mine was one of the factors that helped convince me I needed to get
formally assessed. A heap of great things can come out of these ‘one of
each’ relationships, but I won’t lie, they can also be difficult to navigate.
Of course, I’m only one half of this dynamic, so I figured I needed to
get Anthony’s take too.
Maybe it’s sort of like I’m the ‘manager’ and you’re the ‘do-er’.
Like, I handle most of the keeping up to date with bills and
remembering events and writing shopping lists and stuff – and
you’re more in charge of deciding, ‘Hey, let’s buy an apartment’ or
‘Let’s adopt a cat’ or ‘Let me re-caulk the whole bathroom’, and
then you actually make it happen.
Over-functioning/under-functioning
Dr Ari Tuckman, a well-known psychologist and sex therapist who literally
wrote the book on intimate ADHD relationships – ADHD after Dark4 – put
it this way: ‘ADHD doesn’t invent new problems. It just exacerbates the
universal ones.’
Tuckman’s written a lot on how ADHD/non-ADHD couples can push
each other into what he describes as the ‘over-functioning/under-
functioning dynamic’.5 And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see shades of that
reflected in my own relationship. So, partially for the purposes of research
and partially because I had an intense personal curiosity, I reached out to
him.
‘When one partner has ADHD, and, really, when it’s not being well
attended, then it’s easy for the other partner to fall into the role of doing
more,’ Tuckman tells me, his voice slightly distorted by his car’s bluetooth
mic as he drives along a busy highway in Pennsylvania. Part of this, he
says, is down to the way people with ADHD experience time and urgency
differently from others.
‘They don’t activate until the deadline gets a lot closer to the “now”,
whereas the non-ADHD partner usually will sort of activate first,’ he says.
This could be about big things, like how far in advance holidays need to
be planned or bills need to be paid, or it could be as simple as the non-
ADHD partner feeling the bin needs to be emptied when it’s 90 per cent
full, while the ADHD partner might wait till it’s overflowing.
But because it’s the non-ADHDer who almost always starts feeling that
urgency and anxiety first, they’ll often just do it so it’s done. And especially
when they have a forgetful partner, this may well be the most reliable
course of action.
‘The problem is when the non-ADHD partner is doing that much more
than fifty-fifty, they’re always sort of beating the partner with ADHD to the
punch, so to speak,’ Tuckman says. ‘So the non-ADHD partner feels like
“I’m the only one who always does everything.” Meanwhile, the partner
with ADHD might feel like “I never had a chance to do it.”’
This building tension is also complicated by many ADHDers’
sensitivity around being ‘parented’ or told off for doing something wrong.
‘You know, kids who are often off task, just, generally speaking, tend to get
much more input from parents, teachers, sports coaches, whoever the adults
in the room are. And they tend to be very aware of that . . . If you have a
million experiences of this, and then your partner starts getting on your case
about something, it’s easy to feel like, “Oh, here we go again. Why am I
destined to be the one who’s always taking shit?”’
Eventually, this may lead to the ADHD partner becoming defensive or
angry, and perhaps even to them lying to hide the times when they think
they’ve failed their partner. But when this inevitably unravels the trust in
the relationship, it is damaged, and the non-ADHD partner feels even more
hurt. It’s the kind of thing that can very easily become a vicious cycle.
It can also seriously impact couples’ sex lives – because as much as
many people enjoy being bossy or bossed around in the bedroom, these
roles are considerably less sexy when they start in the kitchen over a very
real argument about the dishes. And, as Tuckman says, the loss of a happy
sex life can have a knock-on effect, as it’s just one more fun bonding
activity that gets put on the backburner while a couple works through their
anxiety and resentment.
There are no prizes for guessing who’s the ‘over-functioner’ and who’s
the ‘under-functioner’ in my home. It’s never bordered on being a threat to
my relationship with Anthony, but once again, I reckon I might have my
diagnosis to thank for this. Having a name and an explanation for what was
going on helped ensure we didn’t progress to the point of bitter feelings and
debilitating resentment. This was just my personal theory, though, so I
thought I’d check in to see if Anthony was on the same page.
I mean, you do leave wet towels on the ground a lot. [He said this
laughing.]
I think at first, before you were diagnosed, maybe I was a bit
standoffish about things like that, interpreting it as carelessness, I
guess. But once you were diagnosed, I suddenly had a deeper
explanation. I realised there were things that were genuinely out of
your control, and also that there were things I could be doing to help
you out, like communicating more, and knowing that sometimes a 9
am burrito just makes everything better.
Plus, you do occasionally have days that you’ll just dedicate
entirely to housework, and I know you’ll get absolutely everything
done and probably some major DIY carpentry, too. You just have a
certain knack about you. You get things done, and you do them well.
And, also, I love you very much. [Eww.] So, sure, every now
and then I have to step over a pile of assorted textiles in the house.
But that’s a very small price to pay for hanging out with you every
day.
Okay, I’ve delayed long enough. It’s finally time to crack open the can of
neurodivergent worms that is ADHD medication.
Before I’d even considered the possibility that I might have ADHD, all
I knew about stimulants was that they were addictive and dangerous. As far
as I could tell, ADHD drugs were either prescribed to ‘bad’ kids, who were
being turned into little robots, or were sold on the black market to
workaholic law students who were one pill away from total mental
breakdown. I grew up on headlines about the ‘medicated generation’ of kids
and the ‘drug crisis no one is talking about’, despite everyone talking about
it . . . a lot.
This (spoiler alert) totally incorrect understanding of ADHD medication
is super common. Pretty much every member of my family expressed at
least some level of concern when I told them I was going to start taking
stimulants to help manage my ADHD. ‘Just be careful,’ they’d tell me.
‘You don’t want too many chemicals in your head.’ ‘You have such a lovely
brain; you need to protect it.’
But for me, taking this medication is protecting my lovely little brain.
The meds absolutely aren’t perfect, there are risks associated with them,
and they don’t work for everyone. However, I can’t help thinking about the
scores of people whose lives could be changed by these medications, who
are avoiding even talking to a doctor about ADHD because no one has ever
explained to them that the story they’ve been fed about medication is
basically nonsense.
The stigma surrounding stimulants is so strong that it affects parents’
willingness to allow their kids to access these treatments, despite the
mountain of studies showing their effectiveness, and many countries’ top
medical bodies recommending them as the first line of pharmacological
defence.1, 2 Instead, parents may opt for less effective treatments, or may be
unwilling to get their kids diagnosed with ADHD at all.3
I’ve experienced this firsthand. Even though I wasn’t a kid when I was
diagnosed, my family still urged me to ask my psychiatrist if a non-
stimulant medication was available. Simply because they loved me and they
were afraid.
Non-stimulants
If stimulants aren’t for you – maybe they just don’t work, the side effects
are too frustrating, or perhaps you have a heart condition or other medical
condition that they might interfere with – then the second port of call is
non-stimulant ADHD medications.
These are generally less stigmatised, less associated with misuse and
less highly regulated. So why don’t we switch to these and avoid all the
fuss? Well, for most ADHDers, they also tend to be less effective
(particularly when compared with amphetamine medications),10 and come
with their own range of side effects, too.
These types of medications target noradrenaline more than dopamine
specifically (they’re basically a really big cup of coffee for Ethel). Unlike
stimulants – which usually start working pretty much from day one – these
may take three or four weeks of daily usage for the effects to start kicking
in. But once they do, they can last up to twenty-four hours, which is a neat
bonus.
The exact type of non-stimulant drugs approved for use varies from
country to country, but the most common varieties are atomoxetine (sold
under the brand name Strattera) and guanfacine (aka Intuniv).
Off-label options
If non-stimulants still don’t float your boat, then you may be offered an
‘off-label’ option.
Some people also feel quite anxious and jittery while on stimulants. (I
used to get this way more often, but I realised it was usually coming on
when I was welcoming my Vyvanse tablet into a stomach full of nothing but
coffee and lychee-ice-flavoured nicotine vapour, so that’s probably on me,
not the meds.)
Another thing to watch for is a short period of increased fatigue and/or a
bit of a bad mood as the stimulants wear off towards the end of the day.21 I
got these during my first year of taking meds, but not knowing that this was
a ‘thing’, I referred to it as ‘getting the Armageddons’ because the world
would occasionally start feeling rather spooky around 5.30 pm. Luckily, the
Armageddons don’t seem to be a problem for me any more, perhaps
because my body has adjusted, or perhaps because it actually wasn’t the
meds but a nefarious spirit periodically visiting me who has since moved on
to the next realm.
For some, these issues will be so minor and unproblematic that
stimulants will have fewer adverse effects than drinking an extra cup of
coffee for focus. But for others, the side effects may mean that the benefits
of stimulants just don’t outweigh the costs.
The good news is, the vast majority of side effects will pretty much stop
immediately after you cease taking the medication. This is another reason
why your doctor might be keen for you to at least try stimulants to start with
(even though a lot of people are hesitant).
The side effects of non-stimulant medications vary from medication to
medication but tend to be more in the realm of fatigue, nausea, dizziness
and, of course, because we can’t seem to escape it, loss of appetite. The
most common non-stimulant, atomoxetine (Strattera), has also been known
to increase blood pressure and heart rates in rare cases, so, again, if you
have a history of heart issues you should definitely bring them up with your
doctor before you start.22
My ‘weird one’
I’d never had any problems with my heart rate in eighteen months
of taking stimulants until – and I know how unbelievable ironic this
sounds – I was writing this section about the side effects.
I was working from home, had woken up a little late, skipped
breakfast and made myself a cup of coffee that I used to wash down
my Vyvanse – forgetting my antidepressants altogether. As much as
I’ve been advocating for people with ADHD to take time off, eat
well, sleep well and not burn out, I hadn’t been following my own
advice.
As I gulped down the last dregs of my double-strength long
black, I started to feel very weird – like I’d just been for a run but I
wasn’t out of breath. It felt like panic, even though I wasn’t
panicking. My heart was beating like crazy, and this kept on for
hours, sitting at 120 beats per minute, which the internet told me
isn’t normal.
My heart rate probably would have gone back down if it wasn’t
for the fear that gripped me. I’d just spent the past four days reading
all about the rare, but still possible, cardiovascular events my
medication could cause, and here I was, experiencing them.
I googled ‘symptoms of a heart attack in women’, because I’m
nothing if not dramatic, and read that one sign was shortness of
breath, and suddenly I noticed that, yeah, my breath was actually a
little short. Eventually, I messaged my boss to say I was sick and
had to log off, called my dad in a panic telling him to come check
on me, and just as he arrived . . . oh no! Now my left arm felt a tiny
bit numb, coincidentally one of the heart attack symptoms I’d spent
the last three hours reading about.
Tears rolling down my face, I said, ‘Dad, I’m so sorry, you have
to take me to Emergency.’
I knew academically that there was a 99 per cent chance I, an
otherwise healthy 25-year-old, was having a panic attack, but then
again I’d just read a whole lot of articles about women who
dismissed heart attack symptoms and suffered the consequences.
When Dad parked across the road from the hospital, I said, ‘I’m
sorry, I’m just being dumb, take me home.’ He looked at me and
said, ‘Bub, if we go in and we’re wrong, the worst-case scenario is
that we waste a few hours. If we go home and we’re wrong, the
worst-case scenario is death. Maybe let’s just go in.’
So we do. And, as it turns out, a hospital emergency room is a
great place to get writing done. In fact, that’s where I managed to
write a large portion of this chapter. After many hours, I was seen.
They took some blood for testing, ran an electrocardiogram, and I
got hooked up to an IV bag filled with ambiguous fluids that I was
told would help bring my heart rate down. Turns out those fluids
were just fancy water, because, guess what, I was incredibly
dehydrated. During all those hours of panic, it never occurred to me
to drink any liquids.
Eventually, the ER doctor sat next to my bed in the emergency
ward, my perfectly normal blood test results in his hand, and said,
‘Look, mate, I think you probably just overdid it a bit with
dehydration and coffee and stimulants and a bunch of stress and
anxiety all in one go.’
‘Oh,’ I said. ‘So is there anything I need to worry about?’
‘I mean, it’s good you came in, but no, not really. Be more
careful about taking your anti-anxiety meds consistently, maybe get
your doctor to reduce your stimulant dose if this keeps happening,
and probably best to avoid coffee on days you take your Vyvanse for
a while. That’s kind of it.’
‘Oh,’ I say again. ‘So I just had a weird one?’
‘Yeah, mate, you just had a weird one.’
And then I went home.
This definitely shook my perhaps somewhat arrogant view that
everyone talking about how serious stimulant medications were was
simply fearmongering. They’re serious medications, and taking
them is a significant decision you should be prepared to take
seriously. Because ultimately, I stopped taking mine seriously, and I
stopped looking after my body while I was on them. I was using my
medications as a way to just ‘keep going’ no matter what – relying
on caffeine, amphetamines and adrenaline to fuel myself rather than,
you know . . . rest, food and water.
Nothing bad or dangerous came of my ‘weird one’, but still, it
was a learning moment.
I was nervous about my medications for a few days, but I eased
myself back into it, made sure to drink more water, and I haven’t
had any problems since.
By the way, If you want to make sure you’re drinking more water
throughout the day, I recommend keeping water bottles on your
bedside, desk and couch, so you never have to get up to get your
bottle from another room. Oh, and get one with a straw – that way
the barrier of having to unscrew and re-screw a lid isn’t going to
discourage you from having a cheeky sip between tasks.
But ADHD doesn’t only exist in the relative safety of primary school.
For many people, this condition, and the inattention and impulsiveness it
brings, will be with them for their entire lives. It’s with them during their
school-leaving exams. It’s with them in their job interviews. It’s with them
for every professional and financial decision they ever make. It’s with them
when someone offers them a cigarette for the first time, and when a glass of
wine or two after work tips from a treat into a habit. It’s there when they’re
driving, using power tools or hanging up holiday lights. It’s there for every
potential life-or-death moment, big or small.
We need to drastically overhaul the way people think about ADHD
treatments. We’re not just talking about getting kids to sit still in class.
We’re talking about ensuring a really significant proportion of the earth’s
population aren’t needlessly subjected to a more difficult, traumatic and
ultimately shorter life than they deserve.
It’s hard to calculate the average number of years ADHD might take off
someone’s life, since it impacts mortality in so many varied ways, but
Professor Russell Barkley and Dr Mariellen Fischer made headlines in the
late 2010s when they gathered health data from a longitudinal ADHD study
and input it into an actuarial life-expectancy calculator – the super-
complicated algorithm life insurance companies use to estimate how long
before you cark it, and therefore how much you should be paying in
premiums each year. They found that for those with ADHD-C (combined)
that persisted into adulthood, estimated life expectancy was reduced by 12.7
years.1
To be clear, the study used hypothetical mortality rates, only looked at
people with one kind of ADHD presentation and had a small subject pool
(131 people), the overwhelming majority of whom were male. So, while
this finding shouldn’t be taken as an absolute scientific fact, it’s still a stark
indication of the potential consequences of not taking this condition
seriously.
As we will soon see, we’re more likely to be injured or accidentally
killed. We’re more likely to experience severe mental illness and addiction.
We’re more likely to grapple with entrenched poverty, unemployment and
teen pregnancy. We’re more likely to drop out of school and get caught up
in the criminal justice system. And devastatingly, we’re significantly more
likely to die by suicide.
But these are not unchangeable problems with no solution. There’s a
huge amount of evidence showing that access to proper treatment –
including, but not limited to, medications – helps keep ADHDers safe, and
improves society as a whole.
Now that we find ourselves in this new, social-media-driven era of
widespread ADHD awareness, especially among adults, it’s about time we
started taking this condition – and the stigma, cultural ignorance and
economic inequity that prevents so many from accessing the treatment they
need – more seriously.
The number one cause of car accidents varies from country to country,
but distractibility, making impulsive decisions and fatigue are right up there
– all problems that ADHD can massively amplify. And this isn’t just
conjecture, we have the stats to back it up. A 2014 meta-analysis estimated
that drivers diagnosed with ADHD were 29 per cent more likely to be
involved in a vehicle accident2 and, according to Swedish population
records, this jumps up to 50 per cent when you focus in on serious
accidents.
We also know medication can help with this. That Swedish study
showed that male drivers with ADHD were nearly 60 per cent less likely to
crash while actively taking medication, meaning more than half of these
accidents could potentially have been avoided.3 An examination of US
emergency room admissions showed that ADHD men were 38 per cent less
likely to be involved in a car crash during the months they were medicated,
and ADHD women were 42 per cent less likely, meaning proper medication
could potentially have wiped out a fifth of these accidents, too.4
And these are just the people who were formally diagnosed with
ADHD. We have no earthly way of knowing how many millions of
preventable accidents, injuries, permanent disabilities and deaths involve –
or are caused by – undiagnosed and untreated ADHD drivers across the
world.
And it’s not just vehicles we need to be worried about. Both children6
and adults7 with ADHD are more likely to suffer unintentional injuries, and
may be 30 per cent more likely to die from incidents like these as well.8
In fact, people with ADHD are more likely to die prematurely in
general. According to a truly massive Danish study of 1.9 million
individuals, all of them aged thirty-two or younger, those with ADHD had
twice the mortality rate of those without, mostly due to unnatural causes
(accidents, overdoses, crime, etc.). And this rose to 5.6 times the rate if you
throw in a substance-abuse disorder.9
This sounds extremely scary, but on an individual level the overall rates
of premature death in countries like Denmark are in the tenths of a per cent
of the population – so even when that’s doubled (or quintupled), the
chances of dying early are still absolutely tiny. It’s more what these
statistics say about the dangers of ADHD on a society-wide scale.
Interestingly, the Danish study also found that the risk of premature
death among those diagnosed with ADHD as adults was 2.7 times higher
than for those identified back in school. The authors of the paper speculated
that this was perhaps because ‘persistent’ ADHD was a more ‘severe’ form
of the disorder, but I can’t help but wonder if it might also reflect the
significant impact that early identification and intervention can have.
Accidental injuries contribute a lot to these premature death rates, but
they don’t account for all of it. People with ADHD are potentially twice as
likely to be murdered as their neurotypical peers,10 and more than twice as
likely to attempt suicide and six times as likely to die by it.11 Obviously,
increased impulsivity might play a role here, but these statistics also
highlight the psychological damage and degradation of self-esteem that
ADHD can cause.
Once again, there are treatment options. While I didn’t find any large
studies on behavioural therapies or other interventions to prevent these
accidents or injuries, the effects of medication are easier to quantify.
Among young people, the use of stimulant medications led to a 10 per cent
reduction in unintended injuries12 and a 70 per cent reduction in traumatic
brain injuries.13 Three months on methylphenidate (aka Ritalin) led to a 60
per cent reduction in risk of burn injuries among ADHD youth in Taiwan,14
six months on methylphenidate equalled a 20 per cent reduction in bone
fractures,15 and the same drug caused a 9 per cent reduction in emergency
room admissions for ADHD kids in Hong Kong.16 ADHD adults were 40
per cent less likely to have depression after three years of taking
methylphenidate,17 while suicide attempts were reduced by as much as 60
per cent after three months of use and 70 per cent after six months.18
Awareness, diagnosis, treatment and medication save ADHDers’ lives
every day. But once you know that, and then look around and see how low
treatment rates are in most places in the world, it becomes that much more
chilling.
According to one meta-analysis, ADHDers are six and a half times less
likely to attend tertiary education than non-ADHDers,24 and the external
pressures poverty places on low-income teenagers, combined with the
prohibitively high cost of college in countries such as the US, don’t make
things any easier.
And ADHDers who have gone through ‘female’ puberty face an extra
hurdle, with studies from a whole range of countries showing that they are
more likely to fall pregnant in their teen years.25 Obviously many people
find great joy and fulfilment in having a child at any age, but we also have
to accept that unless you have a truly legendary support system around you,
having a child this early in life will likely constitute a massive economic
burden.
When ADHDers do eventually make it into the workforce, they face
issues there, too. Data from the US shows that ADHDers are 12 per cent
less likely to have a job, and earn, on average, 34 per cent less than their
non-ADHD siblings.26 They’re also nearly four times as likely to be fired
and twice as likely to experience unemployment as their non-ADHD
peers.27
These educational and financial disadvantages are only amplified for
non-white ADHDers, who contend with institutionalised racism and the
knock-on effects of generations of discrimination. And as we discussed
previously, this is compounded yet again by the fact that racial bias makes it
less likely for children of colour to be diagnosed and receive treatment in
the first place.
Finally, throw in the stats about how the condition increases a person’s
risk of addiction, problem gambling and reckless spending, as well as
making them more likely to quit their job without a plan of what to do
next,28 and it’s clear that ADHDers face so many additional factors that can
push them off an economic ladder that’s already excruciatingly difficult to
climb. Plus, because of the condition’s highly heritable nature, this cycle of
hardship and inequality is then entrenched deeper and deeper into our
society with each generation.
Most of these studies are based on medical records, meaning we can
only look at the barriers faced by people who have been formally diagnosed
with ADHD. All these problems may well be magnitudes larger than we
currently know, given how many undiagnosed cases are out there. This
limited data also means that, unfortunately, I can’t give you that same list of
all the benefits that diagnosis and treatment will bring as I did when it came
to accidents and injuries. But we do know that medication increases ADHD
women’s odds of long-term employment by 18 per cent and men’s by 4 per
cent,29 boosts ADHD kids’ grades, increases the odds of them completing
upper secondary school by two-thirds,30 and when used long-term also
lowers the risk of teen pregnancy by 39 per cent.31
I’m no politician, but for me that’s a strong enough indication that our
governments and healthcare and education systems need to be trying harder
to find those we’ve missed and ensure they’re getting the support they need.
Not only to help the individual, but in the hope of reducing entrenched
poverty and improving society as a whole. The underdiagnosis and
undertreatment of ADHD isn’t just a medical issue: it’s a human rights one.
The prison problem
One massive piece of the ‘burden of not taking ADHD seriously’ puzzle we
haven’t yet discussed is the way our social systems send so many of us to
prison.
When I first read the statistics on what percentage of the average prison
population meets the diagnostic criteria for ADHD, I rubbed my eyes, re-
read it six or seven times, and then closed my laptop and went to bed,
figuring I must be missing something and was simply too tired to keep
working. But there it was the next morning, those same numbers in black
and white.
Around 2.8 per cent of the general adult population has ADHD, but in
prisons it’s closer to 25.5 per cent.32 That means not only are ADHDers
more than 800 per cent overrepresented in prisons, but we potentially make
up a quarter of all prisoners. This holds true for both men and women, and
in juvenile prisons ADHD rates sit between 17 and 25 per cent as well.33
By now you should know how much I truly hate the ‘Oh look, a
butterfly’ memeification of ADHD. But I have to admit, this
morning I did accidentally superglue my foot into my shoe.
I need to go into the office, so naturally I’m running late. The
last possible train that will allow me to get in before the morning
conference is arriving in fourteen minutes and the station is a
twelve-minute walk away. All that’s left to do is put on the gold
boots I’ve assembled my outfit around. But, whoops – part of the
inside lining has come loose and is making my foot feel weird.
Aware of my rapidly declining seconds, I grab the superglue
from the shoebox full of random screws, picture-hanging strips and
700 of the allen keys that come with flat-pack furniture. Forgetting
superglue’s signature watery consistency, I squirt far too much onto
the loose shoe material, shove my hand in and press it to the top. As
I pull my fingers away, some of the fake suede lining comes with
them. No time to think too much about that – I only have fifteen
seconds left. I shove my foot inside and try to pretend I don’t feel
the still-wet glue seeping through the fabric of my stockings onto
my skin.
I chuck on the other boot, and as I stand up, I feel a distinct,
uncomfortable tug on the flesh at the top of my foot. Shit.
But I genuinely can’t bear the idea of being late yet again, so I
decide not to think about that either and instead hope that foot sweat
happens to also function as an adhesive solvent. Behind schedule,
I’m forced to jog the last 500 metres to the station, wincing very
slightly each time my right foot shifts back and forth in my shoe,
tugging at my glued skin. I just slip through the closing train doors,
saved only by the fact that the Melbourne rail network is even worse
at time management than I am.
On the train I decide that this whole situation is actually very
funny and I’ll tweet about it. As a result, when I walk through the
office door, one of my co-workers immediately questions me about
my foot-glue situation. I then show off by unzipping the back of my
boot and knocking the heel against the ground to demonstrate the
degree to which my foot simply won’t budge. My wacky antics are
an absolute hit, so, intoxicated by the laughter and attention of
others, I motion to my boss as I see her leaving a meeting room.
‘Come see this!’ I say, whacking my shoe one last time against the
carpet. But much to my horror, it turns out sweat actually is pretty
good at diminishing the structural integrity of glue. This last bump
finally breaks the stocking free from the boot’s lining and my shoe
goes flying off across the room, colliding with the window.
Let me be clear. My boss hasn’t seen my tweet. From her point
of view, she has simply come out of a meeting to see me arrive late,
beckon her over, kick off my boot and show her my foot for no
reason at all.
This was one little moment. A fun quirk of living a life full of
time crunches, impulsive decisions and unforeseen consequences.
At first, I thought it was too small and insignificant to include in this
account of my year, but it was as I burst out laughing, trying to
explain the situation to my frankly startled manager, that I realised I
wasn’t laughing as a defence any more. I wasn’t trying to get in first
to prove that I can make fun of myself and so therefore can’t be
made fun of. This wasn’t going to haunt me in the days to come.
This was just funny.
Sometimes ADHD is funny. I’m allowed to enjoy the joke, too.
16
It’s nearly the end of the year now, and yet, through all these months of
academic articles, interviews, diagnostic manuals and oh-so-many
contrasting opinions, I’ve felt as if there’s been a little knot in my brain that
I can’t quite untie. I didn’t even realise exactly what the issue was until
recently.
Now that we’ve entered this new era in awareness of adult ADHD, it
feels as if there’s an ever-growing tension between the concept of ADHD
the medical disorder and ADHD the identity. Rather than being a dark omen
of all the difficulties we may face in the future, for many of us who find out
we have ADHD as an adult, it’s amazing news. It’s the answer to the
questions we never knew we had. It’s the thing we need to be able to finally
start healing and forgiving ourselves.
ADHDers now have their own online communities and spaces, and
while we’re talking about the struggles that come along with the condition,
we’re also discussing all the bits that are neutral and even positive. We’ve
started viewing ourselves as ADHD people, not just people with ADHD,
and we’re learning to think about our brain differences as intrinsic parts of
who we are.
I’m delving into the world of philosophy more than science here, but to
me, ADHD feels like it’s so much more than the impairments it causes me.
The good and the grey
This idea is something that really struck me while I was talking to comedian
and presenter Em Rusciano. We spoke just a week or two after she’d given
a major speech in front of Australia’s top politicians and journalists about
receiving an ADHD diagnosis in her forties.1 As she was delivering it, five
different people texted me to tell me to turn on the TV, but there was no
need – I was already watching, and, to be perfectly honest, softly crying as
she discussed the courage required for ADHDers, and women in particular,
to be our unfiltered selves.
Rusciano spoke a lot about the struggles and challenges that come with
the condition, but what made me really, desperately want to speak to her
was the way she talked about it contributing to her successes, too.
‘Nuance is never really part of the conversation when it comes to people
like us,’ she tells me. ‘Like, there’s some great things, and also, fuck, it
takes me ten times longer to do everything than a neurotypical person.’
And the ‘great things’ Rusciano talks about are the same things many
other ADHD adults have described to me. They’re the same things I feel a
deep sense of pride about in myself. ‘I just had this relentless drive to
understand things. I’m always in motion, my brain is always seeking to
really latch on to something, and I can feel the hyper-fixation settling into
my bones,’ she says.
‘I didn’t know that that’s what it was until a year and a half ago, but all
of a sudden it’s like being in love with a new person. You get obsessed, it’s
all you think about, you don’t sleep, you forget to shower. It’s all you talk
about. Sometimes I’m just hanging on to wee because I don’t want to leave
my computer because I’m in love with what I’m doing.
‘Everything great I’ve ever made has been a result of a hyper-fixation
trance.’
And while impulsivity is associated with so many of the dangers and
horrors of ADHD, very occasionally it pays to jump in headfirst before
giving yourself time to reason your way out. Rusciano started in the
entertainment industry almost by accident, deciding on a whim at twenty-
four to audition for Australian Idol – despite never having sung in public
before – and then making it all the way to the finals.
‘I’m a total risk-taker,’ she says, before pausing. ‘Mind you, I’m a very
anxious person. But I definitely have been like, “Yeah, I’ve never sung
before, but I’ll try out.” “Yeah, I’ll go do a commercial radio job, even
though I don’t ever listen to the radio.” “Yeah, sure, I’ll try a TV show.”
“I’ll do stand up.” All my career has been me stepping into arenas that I
have no business being in, but just believing a little bit more that I can than
I can’t. And it’s so exciting, because the stakes are so high, you know, and
my brain, being a dopamine demon, seeks it out.’
I’ve spoken a lot about the horrific impact ADHD can have on self-
esteem, but I can’t help but wonder if in saying this, I’m only telling half
the story. Because, for many of us, the blows we’ve faced have led to a
profound resilience and the ability to persist despite our fears. It’s not really
fair that we’ve had to develop this shield. In a better world, we wouldn’t
have to. Still, it can be a powerful tool.
‘It’s not confidence, it’s courage,’ Rusciano says. ‘I have courage and
resilience because I’ve been told since I was so young that I was wrong. I
know how to keep getting back up again after knock-downs. So I think that
I’ve fostered a resilience and a courage in me that was like, “Yeah, fuck,
why not?”
‘However, although I’m really good at hard stuff, I’m not good at the
easy stuff, you know. And that can be really hard . . . I’m in turmoil a lot
about all the easy stuff I haven’t done. I feel guilty all the time . . . I
probably would have been less tortured mentally without it,’ she says.
It can be difficult to talk about this duality when it comes to ADHD.
Many (often neurotypical people) are quick to jump in to call it a
‘superpower’. Their intentions are good, but when you’ve been struggling
your whole life, being told you have a ‘superpower’ can sound perilously
similar to ‘So why are you complaining?’ On the flipside, when you only
ever hear about the struggles, it’s dangerously easy to get bogged down in
despair and feel like your brain is irreparably broken.
‘When people talk about ADHD it’s always feast or famine, all good or
all bad, you know,’ Rusciano says. ‘Grey is not interesting to people, but for
people like us, our brains live in the grey.’
I agree with her in a lot of ways. I’ve been nervous to talk about this –
aware of how many of my opportunities have been a function of luck and
privilege – but I really do think my ADHD helped give me the career I have
today, too.
I’m so passionate about journalism because it means I get to dive in to a
new topic every day, totally engrossing myself in the details, nuances and
history. I have to problem-solve and think outside the box, and I experience
a rush as all the little pieces click into place. And then I get to flex my
creative muscles writing a story or making a video and sharing it with
everyone else.
There’s a lot of contention about the connection between ADHD and
creativity. But the data we have so far does show at least some relationship
between our chaotic minds – more scientifically known as our ‘diffuse
attention’ style – and one of the core components of creativity: divergent
thinking, aka the ability to take one idea and sprout dozens more out of it.2
I wonder if part of the reason I’m good at making short news-explainer
TikTok videos, the thing I’ve become known for in the Aussie journalism
world, is that I’ve spent so much of my life having to think about
structuring all my chaotic ideas into simple sentences that make sense for
the rest of the world. I’ve been teaching myself about succinct
communication from day one.
Yes, my ADHD makes so many aspects of my job harder. There are
plenty of things I’d change if I were given the choice. It absolutely is a
disorder. But at the same time – precisely because of my ADHD – I’ve also
found a passion that fits my brain like a glove, and that I’m actually pretty
darn good at.
So I can’t bring myself to say this is only a disorder, at least for me.
The scientific world has also been grappling with the issue of
defining ADHD as something that can come and go, and recent
papers often discuss the importance and significance of ‘subclinical
ADHD’, where people don’t meet the full criteria but share a lot of
ADHD traits. The DSM-5 also mentions ‘ADHD in partial
remission’, where the impairment is still there but the person now
displays fewer than the five required symptoms. It doesn’t seem like
the researchers have really agreed on how to handle these terms yet,
but they’re still intrinsically linked to ‘the problem’ – so they don’t
really solve my issue.
For argument’s sake, let’s say that instead of someone living in our
society with ADHD, we’re talking about someone travelling to the US but
only speaking French. They would have trouble communicating, it would
be hard for them to get an education, it would be difficult to get work, they
might struggle to make friends and keep relationships, and the social
isolation could even lead to things like depression and anxiety. For all
intents and purposes, that person is disabled in that situation. But the fact
that they speak French isn’t inherently a disability. In fact, there are heaps
of situations where speaking French might be super useful. If they wanted
to ‘cure’ their disability, they wouldn’t have to unlearn French, they’d just
need to pick up enough English to get by. And once they did, no one would
ever think to suggest that they’re not French any more just because they
know enough of the King’s tongue to have a steady work life and robust
social circle. They would just be a French person who is now significantly
less impaired in that specific environment.
Now, this isn’t a perfect metaphor, because, unlike the traveller, there
are some aspects of ADHD that are always going to be a problem no matter
what society looks like – for example, making impulsive decisions that
increase our risk of fatal injuries. But I’m not convinced that the majority of
my impairments are inherently biological.
A new normal
So, what if, as a culture, we started thinking about ADHD more as the
‘flavour’ of mind some people are born with, rather than just ‘a problem’?
This is what the neurodiversity movement is about. Asking what
society would look like if our educational institutions, workplaces and
social systems were more flexible – adapting to accommodate those whose
brains work differently rather than building a wall around what’s ‘normal’
and asking those who fall outside to find a way to climb over in order to fit
in.
There’s a lot to be said for this framework, and I agree with so much of
it . . . but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little nervous as well,
because of the potential for the conversation to race from one extreme to
another, and leave people in the dust as it does.
As much as I don’t think terms like ‘severe’, ‘mild’ or ‘high-’ and ‘low-
functioning’ are particularly useful or accurate when it comes to ADHD, I
still clearly have a version of the disorder that allowed me to live a
relatively normal life before ever receiving a lick of treatment. I don’t want
to blithely dismiss the struggles that I’ve faced, but in my case, the disorder
was more about making things much harder instead of utterly impossible.
And the truth is, a lot of us newly diagnosed adult ADHDers who are now
joining this conversation tend to be towards the low end of the support-
needs spectrum.
I’m worried that if we’re all shouting ‘ADHD isn’t a disorder’, we’ll
drown out the rest of our community’s calls for better access to treatment,
workplace and educational accommodations, and governmental support.
And unfortunately, ADHD medications are still so controversial and
stigmatised that there are plenty of people out there who will hear ‘ADHD
is just a different version of normal’ and twist that into ‘and therefore we
shouldn’t diagnose or medicate for it’. We can’t afford to let that happen.
But surely there’s a way we can talk about all the things we love about
having the minds we do without dismissing how excruciatingly hard it can
be? There must be a way I can come to terms with the harm my condition
has done to my life while still loving my mind for the wonderful things it’s
brought, too.
Ocean brain
This year I’ve spent a lot of time trying to explain the differences in the way
my brain works to the neurotypical people in my life, and I’ve come up
with a pretty decent metaphor to help them get the gist.
It’s the difference between having a land brain and an ocean brain.
For neurotypicals, getting things done is like walking on land. You’re
taught how to do it basically from birth, and most of the time you can head
in a fairly straight line. Sure, there are hills and obstacles to avoid, but you
can usually see them coming, and ultimately your speed really just depends
on how much energy you have. It’s not always easy to start running, but it’s
usually still within your control.
But – at least for me – getting stuff done is much closer to trying to sail
a little boat through a big old ocean. If you’ve never been taught to sail,
you’re really at the mercy of the winds and the waves. Sometimes they
speed you along, propelling you forwards at breakneck speed. Sometimes
the water is so choppy and rough, it’s hard to move anywhere as you’re
buffeted in every direction. You might not even realise your boat has a sail,
so you’ve sat there rowing for years and years, exhausted, getting
pummelled every time the storms get too rough. But once you learn how to
navigate, you can start controlling where you’re going, and maybe even
how quickly you get there. You can use the winds and the waves to your
advantage, easing your way out of the storms and finding the currents that
will whisk you where you need to go. Sometimes the journey will still be
slow and rough, but with the right training, and the right crew of people to
help, you might even find that you can get there faster than those travelling
on foot.
Stay with me, but I wonder if part of the cultural ‘ADHD’ conundrum
we’re facing comes from how much pressure we’re putting on an initialism
that was only ever meant to be a diagnostic term. ‘ADHD’ was never
intended to represent an identity, a way to travel through the world, an all-
encompassing description of the flavour of brain one has. It was meant to
decide who would benefit from legal access to prescription medications and
specific support services.
And I also wonder if this tension could be released if we just had
another word for everything else that comes with an ADHD mind.
Something cultural rather than diagnostic.
Because, at least from what I’ve seen of the world, plenty of people
have ‘ocean brains’, whether they meet all the criteria for a formal ADHD
diagnosis or not. And it feels like education systems could really benefit if
we talked to children about what kind of terrain they are working with, and
adjusted the way we taught them to match. Hell, it would help grown-ups in
the workplace to have some kind of non-stigmatised, non-medicalised
language to describe our patterns of productivity.
The problem is, while ‘ocean brain’ would be excellent for teaching
kids, it’s a bit new-age hippy-dippy for my grown-up ears. Also, just
personally, I’d like something that ends with ‘-ic’ so we can have a cool
way of describing ourselves, like autism has with ‘autistic’.
But luckily, there’s actually already a word in English we could adopt
that fits the bill perfectly: ‘pelagic’, meaning ‘relating to the open sea’.
Imagine – we could have a whole bunch of people with all different
varieties and levels of symptoms identifying as pelagic, coming together as
a community around the shared life experience that having this kind of
brain brings. Then, alongside this, we could continue to use the
legal/medical term for those of us experiencing the disorder that is
commonly associated with pelagism: ADHD. (Which, by the way, means
those of us with the disorder could then say, ‘Oh, yeah, I’m seasick at the
moment.’ And I think that’s pretty darn cute.)
I don’t know if this will fit for everyone, but having a cultural word for
my type of brain would really help me come to terms with the interwoven
web of my identity and my disorder. In a world where we have these two
separate words, then yes, I want to cure my ADHD, no doubt in my mind
about that. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be pelagic.
Surely that’s what we – as the generation of newly discovered ADHD
adults – should be using our voices to call for, right?
1. Understanding and acknowledgement of the hardships this
condition brings.
2. Systemic change to address the injustices we face and guarantee
equal access to diagnosis and treatment.
3. A cultural shift to ensure it’s only the impairments, not our
identities, that society is attempting to correct.
I love the ocean that is my brain. I know a lot of other people who love
their ocean brains, too. We just want help learning to sail, and maybe some
seasickness tablets to ease the way.
Conclusion: Nice to meet you
It’s December now. Anthony and I have put up the Christmas tree,
turned on the air conditioner, and started planning where we’ll be at
midnight on December 31st.
Thinking back to the start of this year, it’s only now that I realise
how scared I was. I was living in the wake of a life-changing
revelation with absolutely no clue what it meant for me, my identity,
my relationships or my future.
I was happy to have been diagnosed a year earlier, but I was
happy because I thought diagnosis meant I’d been handed a map
that would show me which direction to row in to reach ‘normal’ – a
mystical land that had always eluded me. I figured, with the right
pills and enough determination, I would get there. But there I was,
twelve months after I first got the news, and although the
medication was helping . . . I was still lost. And because of this, part
of me still felt like I was failing.
‘Okay,’ I thought. ‘If the map I’ve been handed isn’t working,
then this year – with all the research and pondering about my own
brain that will go into writing this book – I’ll be able to create my
own, better map instead.’
But that’s not what happened either. Because the more I learnt
about my brain, the more I realised that I should actually listen to it.
Here I was on a little boat, paddling for my life, trying to force my
way through the waves, when really I needed to learn to move with
them. And that’s what I started doing:
I complemented my medication with better life skills,
healthier breakfasts, more exercise, and occasionally even a
full night’s sleep.
I began using my chore charms again, bought some fidget
toys, rearranged my fridge and started paying attention to
the way my period affected my brain.
I put proper time and energy into forgiving myself for all
the ways I thought I’d failed, I talked to my loved ones
about how they can help me, and I can help them, and I
stopped fighting against every single wave no matter how
small.
I learnt to take rests when I needed them, hone my focus
when it was abundant and use my unique way of looking at
the world to my advantage.
I learnt why I had been missed as a child and started to
grasp the scale of just how many more of us there are out
there.
I learnt how much more needs to be done to ensure that
ADHDers can thrive, and I began to comprehend the
responsibility those of us with a platform and voice have to
advocate for ADHDers who were forced down a different
path by chance, circumstance and discrimination.
And, somewhere along the way, I realised I wasn’t scouring the
horizon for land any more.
I’m still not perfect when it comes to living with the brain I
have. Doctor’s appointments still get forgotten, chores still go
undone, I still get overwhelmed and burnt out and frustrated. But
nowadays I’m much better at thinking, ‘Well, that was annoying’
rather than ‘Do better, be better, don’t be a failure.’ Because it no
longer feels like every mistake is pushing me further and further
away from my destination.
There might come a time when I no longer meet the full
diagnostic criteria for ADHD, but I realise now that I’m never going
to be neurotypical. I’m always going to be pelagic. And I’m going
to get much further by letting down the sails and accepting and
loving my brain for what it is, rather than by constantly struggling
against the tide and trying to force it to be something it’s not.
So, now that the introductions are over, I guess my brain and I
should probably get on with living the rest of our lives together.
There’s a big wide world of distractions out there waiting for a team
like us to take notice and turn them into something wonderful.
And, okay, yes, I’m ending with a little corniness, but whatever.
Let me have this one. I’m proud of myself.
It’s been one hell of a year.
Appendix
Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder
Diagnostic criteria
A. A persistent pattern of inattention and/or hyperactivity-
impulsivity that interferes with functioning or development, as
characterized by (1) and/or (2):
1. Inattention: Six (or more) of the following symptoms
have persisted for at least 6 months to a degree that is
inconsistent with developmental level and that
negatively impacts directly on social and
academic/occupational activities:
Note: The symptoms are not solely a manifestation of
oppositional behavior, defiance, hostility, or failure to
understand tasks or instructions. For older adolescents
and adults (age 17 and older), at least five symptoms are
required.
a. Often fails to give close attention to details or
makes careless mistakes in schoolwork, at work,
or during other activities (e.g., overlooks or
misses details, work is inaccurate).
b. Often has difficulty sustaining attention in tasks
or play activities (e.g., has difficulty remaining
focused during lectures, conversations, or
lengthy reading).
c. Often does not seem to listen when spoken to
directly (e.g., mind seems elsewhere, even in the
absence of any obvious distraction).
d. Often does not follow through on instructions
and fails to finish schoolwork, chores, or duties
in the workplace (e.g., starts tasks but quickly
loses focus and is easily sidetracked).
e. Often has difficulty organizing tasks and
activities (e.g., difficulty managing sequential
tasks; difficulty keeping materials and
belongings in order; messy, disorganized work;
has poor time management; fails to meet
deadlines).
f. Often avoids, dislikes, or is reluctant to engage
in tasks that require sustained mental effort (e.g.,
schoolwork or homework; for older adolescents
and adults, preparing reports, completing forms,
reviewing lengthy papers).
g. Often loses things necessary for tasks or
activities (e.g., school materials, pencils, books,
tools, wallets, keys, paperwork, eyeglasses,
mobile telephones).
h. Is often easily distracted by extraneous stimuli
(for older adolescents and adults, may include
unrelated thoughts).
i. Is often forgetful in daily activities (e.g., doing
chores, running errands; for older adolescents
and adults, returning calls, paying bills, keeping
appointments).
2. Hyperactivity and impulsivity: Six (or more) of the
following symptoms have persisted for at least 6 months
to a degree that is inconsistent with developmental level
and that negatively impacts directly on social and
academic/occupational activities:
Note: The symptoms are not solely a manifestation of
oppositional behavior, defiance, hostility, or a failure to
understand tasks or instructions. For older adolescents
and adults (age 17 and older), at least five symptoms are
required.
a. Often fidgets with or taps hands or feet or
squirms in seat.
b. Often leaves seat in situations when remaining
seated is expected (e.g., leaves his or her place in
the classroom, in the office or other workplace,
or in other situations that require remaining in
place).
c. Often runs about or climbs in situations where it
is inappropriate. (Note: In adolescents or adults,
may be limited to feeling restless.)
d. Often unable to play or engage in leisure
activities quietly.
e. Is often ‘on the go,’ acting as if ‘driven by a
motor’ (e.g., is unable to be or uncomfortable
being still for extended time, as in restaurants,
meetings; may be experienced by others as being
restless or difficult to keep up with).
f. Often talks excessively.
g. Often blurts out an answer before a question has
been completed (e.g., completes people’s
sentences; cannot wait for turn in conversation).
h. Often has difficulty waiting his or her turn (e.g.,
while waiting in line).
i. Often interrupts or intrudes on others (e.g., butts
into conversations, games, or activities; may
start using other people’s things without asking
or receiving permission; for adolescents and
adults, may intrude into or take over what others
are doing).
B. Several inattentive or hyperactive-impulsive symptoms were
present prior to age 12 years.
C. Several inattentive or hyperactive-impulsive symptoms are
present in two or more settings (e.g., at home, school, or work;
with friends or relatives; in other activities).
D. There is clear evidence that the symptoms interfere with, or
reduce the quality of, social, academic, or occupational
functioning.
E. The symptoms do not occur exclusively during the course of
schizophrenia or another psychotic disorder and are not better
explained by another mental disorder (e.g., mood disorder,
anxiety disorder, dissociative disorder, personality disorder,
substance intoxication or withdrawal).
Specify whether:
F90.2 Combined presentation: If both Criterion A1 (inattention)
and Criterion A2 (hyperactivity-impulsivity) are met for the past 6
months.
F90.0 Predominantly inattentive presentation: If Criterion A1
(inattention) is met but Criterion A2 (hyperactivity-impulsivity) is
not met for the past 6 months.
F90.1 Predominantly hyperactive/impulsive presentation: If
Criterion A2 (hyperactivity-impulsivity) is met and Criterion A1
(inattention) is not met for the past 6 months.
Specify if:
In partial remission: When full criteria were previously met, fewer
than the full criteria have been met for the past 6 months, and the
symptoms still result in impairment in social, academic, or
occupational functioning.
Specify current severity:
Mild: Few, if any, symptoms in excess of those required to make the
diagnosis are present, and symptoms result in no more than minor
impairments in social or occupational functioning.
Moderate: Symptoms or functional impairment between ‘mild’ and
‘severe’ are present.
Severe: Many symptoms in excess of those required to make the
diagnosis, or several symptoms that are particularly severe, are
present, or the symptoms result in marked impairment in social or
occupational functioning.
Glossary
body doubling a tool some ADHDers use to help them start and complete
projects. Sometimes referred to as an accountability partner, a body double
is a friend or partner who is present and/or works simultaneously, either in
the same room or connected through technology
consensus in the scientific world, this refers to the generally held position
or opinion of the majority of scientists in a particular field of study
executive function all the higher-order self-regulation skills our brains use
to organise themselves and make it easy for us to get complicated things
done – controlling inhibitions, sustaining attention, problem-solving,
switching between tasks or ways of thinking, etc.
melatonin the chemical that makes you sleep in response to darkness; also
used by some ADHDers as a pharmaceutical sleep aid or supplement
neuron the fundamental units of the brain and nervous system, responsible
for receiving sensory input from the external world and sending commands
from our brain to our body
prefrontal cortex a part of the brain at the front of the frontal lobe which
plays a crucial role in regulating attention, behaviour, emotion and
inhibition
working memory the cognitive system that relates to our limited capacity
to hold information temporarily. It is important for reasoning and for the
guidance of decision-making and behaviour
Resources
This book has covered a number of the serious issues that can come along
with living with ADHD. If any of these topics have brought up difficult
emotions for you, please consider reaching out and getting some extra
support from one of the organisations listed below. You do not have to go
through these struggles alone. These services operate in Australia, but many
countries have resources like this, so if you are reading this somewhere else
in the world, you should be able to find services relevant to you with a
quick internet search.
ReachOut
Anonymous and confidential mental health and wellbeing support for
young people
au.reachout.com
Lifeline
Crisis support and suicide prevention services
lifeline.org.au
13 11 14
Beyond Blue
Mental health support services for anxiety, depression and suicide
beyondblue.org.au
1300 224 636
headspace
Mental health support for young people
headspace.org.au
1800 650 890
1800RESPECT
Confidential information, counselling and support for domestic, family and
sexual violence
1800respect.org.au
1800 737 732
Relationships Australia
Relationship support services for individuals, families and communities
relationships.org.au
1300 364 277
MensLine
Relationship advice and mental health support for men
mensline.org.au
1300 78 99 78
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I would like to thank Kathryn Knight, Isabelle Yates, Adam Laszczuk and
the whole team from Penguin Random House Australia for your patience
and support as I embarked on writing my first book. Thank you for trusting
in me, taking a chance and giving me the opportunity to share my story, and
to Justin Ractliffe for believing I could do it in the first place. To Caitlan
Cooper-Trent from Curtis Brown Australia, thank you for swooping in and
guiding me through the labyrinth of the publishing world, for encouraging
me every step of the way, for reminding me why on earth I am doing this
and why it’s worth it, and for being my trusted sounding-board no matter
how bizarre the idea. Thank you to Nicola Young for taking this rough rock,
polishing it until it shone and cutting out at least half of my ‘So the thing
is’–es. They needed to go. Thanks also to Bronwyn Sweeney for her killer
proofreading skills. And, of course, to Evie Hilliar. You are my favourite
comic artist in the world, and I pinch myself every day that it’s you who
turned my bizarre little 2 am ideas for drawings into works of art. You
brought this book to life, and your wit and flair inspire me constantly.
The world’s biggest thank-you to my family and friends who wrote
about their experiences for this book. Anthony, you are the love of my life
and the most wonderful man I know. Thank you for telling me I could do
this, helping me through every day of the writing process, forgiving me for
all the events this book forced you to go to alone and for holding me tight in
the moments when it felt like I’d never finish. This is just as much yours as
it is mine. To my mum, Jo Bell, thank you for reading every page of this
book at least five times, for working through each and every chapter to help
it find its shape and for being honest enough to tell me when something
needed to go – helping your baby kill her babies, if you will. You are
amazingly talented, and this book would be so much the poorer without
you. And to Andrea, my soulmate, the most beautiful woman in the world
and the best thing ever to come out of Norway. Thank you for always being
there for me, for forgiving me when I come up short and for reminding me
who I am when I forget. I’m so lucky to have you.
To my dad, Ray Boseley, your creative ability and drive inspire me
every day. Thank you for helping me believe I could be an author, and
reading and giving me notes on every chapter I sent your way. Now there
are two writers in the family staying up till 3 am and never seeing the
sunlight. I couldn’t be prouder to be following in your footsteps. To my
sister, Perrin, thank you for the kindness, generosity and understanding you
showed me as I was writing this book, and thank you so much again for
doing my Christmas shopping for me – I’ll never be able to express how
much that meant. To Loki Cavanga, the best brother-in-law I could ask for.
Thank you for letting me share your story and for being the person I can
always go to to talk about any and all things ADHD. To the person whose
name isn’t really Olivia, you are one of the smartest, most brilliant people I
know. Thank you for the thirteen years of friendship. You have seen the best
and the worst of me and decided to stick around anyway, bringing constant
laughs and joy. I’m so grateful you allowed me to include your experiences
in this book.
Speaking of the courage and generosity it takes to allow someone to
share your story, thank you to Emily Johnson, Kiz and Divina Blanca-
Jackson, Ksa Curry and Cate Osborn. You made this book what it is. You
provided brilliant insights and much-needed perspective, and constantly
made me pause and reflect, which is the best gift anyone can give to an
author. A huge thank-you to Em Rusciano, not just for your time but for
your work to help ADHD adults all over the country. Your speech brought
this conversation into the limelight and gave thousands of us ADHDers
hope along the way. And thank you to the countless other ADHD adults I
spoke with over the course of the year – you are truly champions.
Thank you to all the brilliant and talented experts who gave up their
precious free time to be interviewed by me. To Prof David Coghill, Dr
Roger Paterson, Prof Stephen Faraone, Prof Stephen Hinshaw, Dr Ari
Tuckman, Dr Ellen Littman, Dr Paul Morgan, Dr Anthony Yeung, A/Prof
Marc Seal, Prof Mark Bellgrove, Prof Christel Middeldorp and Dr Cory
Lane, I can’t thank you enough for your patience and generosity in helping
this little Bachelor of Arts graduate understand the science and medicine
that underpins all discussion of this condition. A special thank you to
A/Prof Katherine Johnson for always being available for a chat, willing to
answer any and all questions I had, and even taking an afternoon out of
your busy day to let me experience firsthand some of the ADHD testing
systems you use. You made this huge, scary world of ADHD seem
approachable and helped me believe this was a story I could tell.
To all the social workers who spoke to me about their experiences
treating people with ADHD within the prison system, your insights were
invaluable. And thanks to staff at the Australian Community Support
Organisation for helping me connect with and speak to so many interesting
people in this field. Thank you as well to the staff at the Butterfly
Foundation for your guidance and advice on some of the most serious,
personal and difficult topics in this book.
To the best primary school teacher anyone could ask for, Susan Bishop.
Although you weren’t aware I was an ADHDer, you accepted me for who I
was, found a way to work with my brain and brought out the best in me.
You taught a bullied little kid to love and value themselves again, and that’s
a gift I will carry with me for the rest of my life. To my favourite university
lecturer, and overseer of my student magazine, Corinna Hente. You saw
something in me, reminded me of my love of writing and always challenged
me to be better. There’s no way I could ever have done this without the
foundation you helped me to build. And to my football club – you are some
of the funniest and most positive people I know. Thank you for your
patience and guidance, for forgiving me when I occasionally zone out mid-
game, and for motivating me to get out of the house and take a much-
needed break even during the most intense times.
To all the writers, editors, sub editors and staff at the Guardian
Australia, thank you for showing me what courageous, powerful journalism
looks like, for giving me the space to first tell my ADHD story and for
always being so kind and understanding about my conditions, not just on
the good days but on the bad ones too. I’d especially like to thank Miles
Martignoni, Alyx Gorman, Tamsin Rose, Calla Wahlquist and Melissa
Davey for being among my first confidants. To my manager, Molly
Glassey, and colleagues Lisa Grace and Bertin Huynh, you listened to me
complain about book work day in and day out, told me to look after my
mental health when I needed to and never once questioned the dark circles
under my eyes after a long night of writing. And to my editor and (now)
fellow author, Gabrielle Jackson – when I asked if I should write this book
you said, ‘It will be the worst year of your life, you’re going to hate every
second of it, but it’s also the best, most rewarding thing you will ever do.
You’ll love it more than life and you absolutely must do it.’ You were
completely spot on.
And, finally, to all the social media ADHD educators whose videos
helped me realise who I was. There are too many of you to count, but your
research, labour and willingness to share the most personal experiences
with the big scary internet changed my life forever. I can never thank you
enough.
Index of searchable terms
ADHD-C (combined)
ADHD-H (hyperactive/impulsive)
ADHD-I (inattentive)
ADHD paralysis
amphetamines
anxiety
autism/ASD
body doubling
borderline personality disorder
burnout
ByteDance
dating
delay discounting
depression
diabetes
diagnostic criteria
diet
dopamine
DSM-5
emotional dysregulation
executive dysfunction
exercise
friendship
gender bias
habit stacking
hereditary nature of ADHD
hyperactivity
hyper-fixation
hyperfocus
impulse control
impulsivity
inattention
insomnia
masking
medications
methylphenidate
neurodivergence
neurodiversity movement
nicotine
noradrenaline
novelty seeking
object permanence
obsessive compulsive disorder
overdiagnosis
personality disorders
Pomodoro method
presentations of ADHD
prisons
PTSD
rejection-sensitive dysphoria
remission
restlessness
self-efficacy
self-esteem
self-medicating
sleep disorders
substance abuse
symptoms
TikTok
time blindness
underdiagnosis
Extract here reprinted with permission from the Diagnostic and Statistical
Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition, Text Revision, DSM-5-TR, pp.
68–70 (Copyright 2022). American Psychiatric Association. All rights
reserved.
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