The Very Real, Totally Hidden, Costs of Being an Adult With ADHD
Or: Whoops—I got a call from collections again!
I was 36 years old when my therapist, who had been hinting at as much for months, gently told me she suspected I had ADHD.
At first, I scoffed at the suggestion. Nobody had ever, ever said that to me before. ADHD, as I understood it, was what the kid…