My diagnosis is simply dismissed. Neither of my parents, now in their 60s and 70s, believe it. They think I’m making it up for attention. I’m 43…I’ve kind of just given up at this point. I could show them my chart and it would make zero difference. Don’t get me wrong, I love them and all that, there’s just large parts of who I am that they blatantly refuse to accept. I can’t be queer, I can’t have adhd, etc. It saddens me a bit sometimes.

80s baby who was always told “you just don’t try hard enough”. Sitting in my messy house, with two leaks that need to be addressed, having just been promoted for the second time in a year and feeling very called out.