Dear nerds1,
News Update: I have ADHD.
And yes, I know. Not only have I got perimenopause (#sweatylife), I am also a woman in middle age who's getting diagnosed with ADHD.

Telling My Mum Was SOOOO Easy
After a visit to see the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibit we had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. I needed some peanut satay shrimp chow mein fortification.
When my mum mentioned a family friend whose son was recently diagnosed with ADHD, I took my opening: “Well, speaking of ADHD...”
After my news, my mom immediately rolled her eyes. "Oh, everybody is getting diagnosed with that ADHD, or whatever it is."
Great. My mom reinforced my greatest fear—I'm just another middle-aged woman jumping on a trendy diagnosis because I can't get my shit together.
The Gen X Identity Crisis Lives
This is where I get really uncomfortable because I DON’T DO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES. I'm a Gen Xer. I’m a rebel. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Heather. What is going on?
When did I become the person following trends instead of mocking them from my laptop of cynical superiority?
Wait, You Mean Everyone's Brain Doesn't Have 49 Tabs Open?
Apart from managing my identity crisis, I’ve had a critical realization: I honestly thought everyone's brain worked like mine, and I'm having trouble understanding this.
I mean, I knew people were different, and I have always considered myself to be empathetic, working on being inclusive and trying to be a good person.
Now I'm like, well, if I can't even really understand that my brain is different, does that mean I'm not actually very empathetic and that I can’t really see different perspectives?
It's a bit of a mind fuck. Like finding out everyone else has been seeing the color blue while you've been seeing green your whole life.
Welcome to My ADHD Pyramid Scheme
The fabulous comedian Sara Pascoe recently came to my city on a tour and floored me with this bit:
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So I’m in a giant pyramid scheme and now I'm inviting you in. Look at your friends. Who's always late? Who has piles of laundry that never make it into drawers? Who starts sentences with "Sorry, my brain just..."
I see you. And now I see myself too.
The thing about joining this bandwagon is that there are other many other humans here. And after 49 years of feeling like I alone, was pretty much the only person failing at being a normal human, I feel comfort knowing I’m not.
With love and surprising gratitude for getting this published,
Annabel
xxoo
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“If I can't even really understand that my brain is different, does that mean I'm not actually very empathetic and that I can’t really see different perspectives”—> i feel you on this!! Side note, Seeing myself as a pollinator really helped me to embrace the 49 open tabs in my head !!
I failed the ADHD intake because I couldn’t answer the Qs about my childhood 😆 Just couldn’t remember a thing they ask about!