22/08/2026
MY ADHD
The bit you don’t see.
You may have heard about the Channel 4 documentary this week that has set the cat amongst the pigeons, ADHD: The Myth.
I haven’t actually watched it yet but have watched quite a few psychologists and other professionals responding to it this week, some very strongly! 😬
So I thought I’d add my two penn’orth to the wider conversation, just from a slightly different perspective.
I was diagnosed with ADHD later in life, after peri-menopause seemed to turn the volume up on traits I’d spent years managing. I also work with a lot of diagnosed and potentially undiagnosed neurodivergent clients.
I’m actually a little bit on the fence when it comes to some of the conversations around ADHD because I absolutely believe that complex trauma, particularly over a prolonged period of time, can create behaviours and difficulties that can look very similar to ADHD.
So sometimes the question of “Is this ADHD? Is this trauma? Or is it both?” can be incredibly complicated.
But whichever it is, the experience for the person living with it is VERY real and often completely invisible to everyone else.
So let me tell you what my ADHD can look like when nobody is watching…
It’s having what feels like a thousand thoughts racing through my head, exhausting me and sometimes literally giving me a headache.
I can go from:
“Is my partner having an affair?”
(which, for the record, I don’t believe for one moment 😂)
to…
“Why are you so messed up, Ky?”
to…
“I wonder what goes through my kids’ heads about their childhood?”
to a random memory from 1999…
to…
“Hurry up Ky, you’re going to be late!”
to…
“Do my students actually like me?”
ALL WHILE I’M SITTING ON THE LOO HAVING A WEE!!!
And that can be within the space of a few minutes…. At 5.30 in the bloody morning. 🤦♀️😂
When I look at those thoughts, I can see a theme running through many of them:
Shame. Am I good enough? What do people think of me? Have I upset someone? Will I be rejected?
Rejection sensitivity is something many people with ADHD describe, an incredibly intense emotional response to perceived rejection, criticism or failure.
And for me, it can almost physically hurt.
Take that random memory from 1990.
I accidentally said something to a friend/work colleague that may have come across as hurtful. It wasn’t intended to be nasty at all. Yet 27 years later, I can still remember it and feel the shame as if it was yesterday.
Even writing about it now makes something hurt inside because I think:
What if I upset him?
What if he thought I was horrible?
What if he still remembers it?
Twenty seven years later!!! 🤦♀️
And nobody around me knows any of this is happening because I learned a very long time ago to put a smile on my face, make sure everybody else is OK and KEEP GOING.
And to say that is bloody exhausting is an understatement!!
Every 4–6 weeks or so, I experience what my counsellor has described as “cyclical burnout.”
It’s almost like I have a mini breakdown inside my own head. I’m exhausted. Overwhelmed. I have nothing left to give and even simple things feel enormous.
That’s probably when my family and friends see that something isn’t quite right, but even then, they probably don’t know the true gravity of what is happening inside my little brain.
My best friend probably knows more than most because she’s the poor sod who gets the daily voice notes 😂.
I crash. I meltdown. I tell her I can’t cope with anything…. I cry, I laugh and eventually it passes. She knows who she is and without her, I don’t know how I’d cope. She’s my daily therapy and my rock 🩷.
So after my meltdown, back comes cheerful, capable, people-pleasing Ky.
Except I’ve noticed something changing.
I can’t mask and people-please like I used to.
I just can’t do it anymore.
Maybe that’s because I finally feel emotionally safe enough in my life to put my big-girl pants on and say NO.
Maybe I’m simply getting older and don’t have the energy anymore.
Maybe peri-menopause has changed how well I’m able to compensate.
Probably a mixture of everything.
But I’m definitely quieter these days. More introverted.
I have lovely people in my life who I am incredibly grateful for and I LOVE spending time with them.
But my social battery is depleted much more easily.
Even going out can involve a hundred racing thoughts before I’ve left the house.
What time do I need to leave?
What am I wearing?
Am I going to be late?
Have I forgotten something?
Who’s going?
Do I look OK?
What about…?
Did I…?
Should I…?
So sometimes I’m bloody knackered before I’ve even seen anyone. 😂
Could some of this be connected to my life experiences and trauma?
Absolutely.
Could some of it be ADHD?
Absolutely.
Could the two interact with each other and make the whole thing even more complicated?
I think so.
But whatever label we put on it, the experience is real even when nobody else can see it.
And that’s probably the bit I want people to understand.
Over the next few weeks I plan to post a little more about “my ADHD” because no two people with ADHD are the same.
But I’m having a week off work now, so those posts will be incoming whenever my brain decides it’s interested in the subject again. 🤣
Because another great feature of my brain is:
THIS IS THE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD. I’M GOING TO DO ALL OF IT RIGHT NOW!!!
…followed shortly afterwards by:
Nah….Can’t be bothered. 🤷♀️😂
Anyway, that’s my very raw and not particularly short version of what ADHD can look like for me.
Have a lovely weekend ❤️
I’ll see you when my brain decides to come back to this subject. 🤣