I'm 39, best thing for me was accepting that this is my way of live and trying to not worry about it. It kinda works, life is too short to constantly worry about things you realistically can't change.
better to focus on the manageable aspects that have big effects on your life than if your kitchen has been cleaned in the last two weeks.
Gosh I want this so badly! The problem is that my wife and I bought a house with her parents, and her dad is a clean freak. It's so mentally stressing when I'm exhausted after getting my kids to sleep then realizing the kitchen and living room needs to be clean or else I'm gonna hear about it in the morning.
Not to paint my FIL as a horrible person he's a pretty chill guy outside of cleaning, I actually think he's autistic like my wife (his daughter), and 2 out of 3 of my kids (his grandkids).
100% this
27 now.. still believe.. 😕
I’m 37 and with medication and various time management strategies I actually managed to build a pretty normal life. So there is hope, just don’t expect to be the hyper-organized productivity machine you think you need to be.
To be fair, I managed it quite well without any medication.
I got really lucky and usually had a lot of space and freedom at work etc.
So, most of the time, I did the usual ADHD stuff, being there but not really focused, so also not really productive.
But because I had so much freedom, it was pretty easy to compensate during the more focused hours.Also, the broad knowledge I obtained about random stuff just by wondering around was usually well-received and often helpful.
Unfortunately, that doesn't really work anymore in my current situation.. So thinking about getting an appointment at a doctor to get some medication started. But.. well.. don't like doctors in the first place, my last diagnosis was when I was 9 or so, so I probably need a new one. And there are waiting lists of months because they are just full, and procrastination and so on...
Not really anything there that actually pushes me to do so :/
Well, lucky you, I only realised when I was 70. Better late than never is all I can say, and that life is incomparable better, now that I arrived on the other side.
AYE! I really don't appreciate being called out like this and I'm 35 -__-
Seriously it took me until my son was diagnosed with ADHD a few years ago for me to be like "ooooooh so much of my life makes sense now"
Yup
