I had myself tested.

I like to take my own temperature. Sometimes it gets lost in the day-to-day minutiae and daily rote. Because life is so damn busy. I had four appts this last damn week, and I couldn't tell you the calendar day, or day of the week, but I could tell you what appt it was.

Such is my life.

In all the wonderfulness of my physical and mental journey, I felt as though I missed something. Or perhaps, instead, something was missed.

I tell this horrible story to my therapists because it highlights how neurodivergent boys were treated back in the early eighties.

I moved in fifth grade to a different elementary and had the good fortune to be seated next to the most hyperactive, out-of-control, FUNNIEST, redheaded young man named Scott Schmidlkofer. He was wired for sound. When he became a bit much too handle, he went out in the hall---in a big refrigerator box. 😡

Horrifying, yes?

Honestly, there are still MILES to go for all the sexes.

But females weren't diagnosed. I didn't know what ADD, ADHD, or Autism was. I barely knew, in the mid-nineties through the two thousands, raising my own kids.

However, I've always been different. I embrace it now. I have for quite some time. I don't think like other people. Or react. Could chalk it up to some mental or physical factors. But still. But...still... 

WHAT IS GOING ON?

So I had myself tested. 😊😌  

You don't know until you know.

Now I know.

I have ADHD Combined. Combined type ADHD is the most common manifestation of ADHD, including symptoms of both inattentive type and hyperactive-impulsive type.

Ta-da! 🥳

Currently dealing with research overload because I want to know all about it and how to deal and find others with it and how they deal and...and...and...😂

The one thing I'm trying hard NOT to do is pastflect. Try to see if I could bend the past if I'd only known. 

It does me no good, and it's bothersome, guys. It's...bothersome.

Now I know. And you know. And whoever knows. All good.

Always writing*

...and being neurodivergent...