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Did I “cheat” my ADHD assessment?
There’s a particular kind of irony to getting diagnosed with ADHD and immediately thinking: …what if I’ve made it up? Not in a dramatic, moustache-twirling way. More in that quiet, nauseous, post-appointment way where your brain decides it would like to audit your entire personality – and it does it with the confidence of someone…
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Stitch & Loop: Getting WIPs out of the graveyard (without guilt)
Confession: I have a WIP graveyard. It’s not a cute one either — it’s bags of half-finished crochet shoved under the back bed, each one containing a project I swore I’d come back to. The problem was never the crochet. It was the missing context: the hook size I didn’t write down, the yarn label…
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My 30s: A love letter to the soft chaos
A few days ago I turned 40. I thought I’d write this straight away, a neat little reflection and a tidy bow on another decade. Instead, I’ve been poorly, moving slowly, and letting the days blur into each other. Which, honestly, is a pretty accurate summary of my 30s: not tidy, not linear, not always…
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Naming it didn’t fix it, but it changed everything
I think there’s a quiet myth about diagnosis. The one where you finally get the label, and someone hands you a neat little guidebook with tabs and diagrams and a helpful page titled “So here’s how to be a person, actually.” Spoiler: no one hands you the guidebook. What you get is a name. And…
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So… It’s ADHD.
Before I talk about the diagnosis itself, it feels important to say this: I didn’t just wake up one morning, decide “maybe it’s ADHD” and immediately get an answer. This is my adult ADHD diagnosis story, and it did not arrive quickly or neatly. Getting here was a slow, slightly tangled journey – more like…