Welcome to the party, the middle aged lady ADHD party...
It feels really unbelievable that at the grand old age of 46 I would get a diagnosis like ADHD. I guess I should back up a bit and give some background. Growing up in Utah in the 70's, 80's and 90's as an Asian kid was...interesting? I mean, honestly, it was a lot confusing and a little weird in hindsight. A lot of the "issues" or "problems" were very complicated and intertwined with what people talk about as "adoption trauma" these days. I was Korean, adopted by a white Scottish mom and a white dad from Nebraska living amid a lot of white Mormon people. Identity crisis doesn't really cover it. Was I disorganized? Definitely. Did I feel like people disliked me? Yes. And in some cases, I was probably right, but mostly I think people just didn't know what to do with me. I did not fit in and it was pretty easy to figure out why, being Asian and Catholic . Was I so full of anxiety I felt like I was going to pop? Yes. But there were so man...