Coming Out of the (A.D.D.) Closet
After five-plus years of taking Wellbutrin; after the recent addition of Vyvanse to my daily medication1; after turning 50 years old2; after experiencing some wonderful and special friendships as a result of this blog3; having increased my daily physical activities, and, miracle of miracles, seeing my memory improve, I am finally confident enough to come out of the A.D.D. closet.4
One outing occurred eight months ago during a lengthy business conversation with a new client. When the topic turned from business to the personal, during which time he revealed some details of his relationship issues, it seemed an appropriate time to tell him I was A.D.D. His reaction surprised me. Instead of recoiling in horror or switching topics, he described his brother’s struggles with A.D.D. We then discussed strategies that he could share with his brother. My most recent outing occurred last week. I hired a bookkeeper to help me with my financial chaos. When she asked to see my filing system (“That pile of papers? Those are the bills. That pile over there? Tax forms”), I warned her that I was A.D.D. Once again I was surprised by the reaction. We discussed the challenges faced by her 19-year old A.D.D. sister.
While these most recent self-outings have had a positive outcome, there have been times – especially when I was first diagnosed with A.D.D. – when I regretted sharing the news. Once I gave people a label to describe some of my actions, then ALL of my actions were colored by that label.5 They were delegitimized and in some cases, simply ignored.6
But a major difference between my first self-outings and the most recent ones is my increased knowledge of A.D.D. in general and how it plays itself out in my life. With that knowledge has come a large measure of confidence. I have a much better handle on my A.D.D. I know when it is interfering and when it is not. Most importantly I can explain it to the non-A.D.D.er in terms they are likely to understand.
I am sure there will still be times when outing myself would not be the appropriate thing to do. Must an employer know that I am A.D.D.? Will that reduce the chances for promotion? Must every client know that I am A.D.D.? It seems prudent to carefully select those with whom I share this knowledge. But when I do share this knowledge I do this NOT for their sake but for my OWN sake. It is not to meant to enlighten them but to lighten my burden. It is meant to eliminate my need to harbor this dark secret. It is meant to eliminate my need to “explain away” my A.D.D.-induced idiosyncrasies. It is meant to momentarily free me of the curse of A.D.D. so that I can simply be me.
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- The “wonder” drug of the year, IMHO. Thank you, Gina, for suggesting it.↩
- At this stage I don’t care what other people think of me.↩
- And, I should add, experiencing the sturm und drang that comes along with such special friendships↩
- This redesigned website is certainly a manifestation of my self-outing.↩
- “You are angry because you have A.D.D.” “You are not happy with my business decision because you have A.D.D.” ↩
- There are other reasons why the assertions of an A.D.D.er may be delegitimized or ignored. There are those who truly believe (though wrongheadedly) that A.D.D. does not exist. There are also those who deny their own A.D.D. by denying the existence of A.D.D. The logic being “If A.D.D. does not exist, then I cannot have A.D.D.” even though, somewhere in the recesses of their mind, they suspect they have A.D.D.↩










