I have not been diagnosed with ADHD. I have my first appointment with a psychologist in two weeks, then a "testing" appointment two weeks after that, and a follow up in mid-October to find out if I "really" have ADHD or if it's just all in my head ;)
I've lived most of my life thinking that I was just an unmotivated, disorganized, procrastinating slob. Having ADHD myself never occurred to me until a couple of years ago, and I didn't take the possibility seriously until recently. This despite the fact that two out of three of my sons have ADHD and I have clearly seen the effects of it, treated and untreated.
I honestly don't think I realized until the last few years that it isn't that common for people to regularly find themselves in the middle of the superstore with a cart full of stuff and a panicked look on the face, thinking "what did I come in here for? I know it was important but..." I didn't know that most people don't regularly lose their car keys before they even get out of the car. I thought everyone was frantic every morning trying to get the clothes, the coffee, the kids, the keys, and out the door by a specific time. I had no idea that so many people who wear glasses actually know where their glasses are when they aren't wearing them.
I didn't realize that not all children got sent to their room every Saturday with orders to "not come out until that pigsty was clean!" - and then got in terrible trouble when the parents walked in 15 minutes later and found the kid taking apart a music box to see how it worked. I thought that was a normal part of childhood, like skinning your knee. I also thought "are you even listening to me?" was just a totally normal thing all parents yelled, like "don't put that in your mouth!"
I never even wondered why some kids remembered to bring - and turn it - their homework every day. Or made friends easily. If I did, I settled for "I'm just weird" and left it at that.
so... Psychologist it is. Scary, kinda. And maybe unnecessary. I mean, I've gotten through 44 years of life without being "diagnosed," and most of those years I've done pretty okay. (the other years I really just try not to think about, of course.) But here's the thing. I am almost two years into my doctoral candidacy. So at some point in the near future, I am going to have to commit to a dissertation topic. And then sustain effort on said dissertation for a year or more. I've never sustained effort on anything that long. I don't think I even realized it was possible. So if I do have something diagnosable and treatable, and treating it might make this feasible so that I don't have to drop my candidacy, well... here we go. I hope I can find my seat belt to fasten it.