Trust
I'm a happily married adult ADDer who went undiagnosed until I was 46 years old, some 15 years into my second marriage. That was 15 years ago and the memory of how that positive diagnosis felt is still vivid. Relief? No. Not even close. Joy? Sorry, No. Disappointment? Well. We're getting warm now. I had suspected that ADD might have been behind the struggles with procrastination and time management that had plagued me since my childhood, but I had always entertained the hope that someday I would be able to find a way to not be that way. That hope evaporated the day my diagnosis came in.






