As a kid I'm certain I had Adhd and no one thought to support my hyperactive ways. School bored me and was sort of painful to sit through classes. My mind would wander, I would talk to peers (getting us both in trouble), or play with my school supplies. Teachers loved me because I was compliant ( no I was scared of them), peers thought I could help them with school work because I always turned it in. They were wrong you will struggle in school if you miss what is being taught. Eventually, my adhd dove peers away, and in hs depression set in. Again no one was there to help me through this. After my mother asked the school for an evaluation it was determined I do not have a L.D. My oldest siblings got through school on personality and athletic skills. The other sibling a year older than I, was considered "bright." Everyone assumed I needed my hand held through life because of my low intellect, and thought college was "just not for me " I knew somehow I was better than I was given credit for. I went to college, and was on the deans list. A professor asked me to co-write a book. I got a dual masters degree, and started a doc program. My impulsivity drove everyone away again and after sinking back into a depressive state, I made some changes. Med's for depression, move, new job, new major. All went well until I was rejected from my top school due my adhd behaviors soley. The when new relatuonships crumbled again based on adhd patterns, I went for adhd med.s This was about 5 months ago. Now I am working on enrolling in doc classes, building new relationships, and ironing out work adhd related issues. And admittedly struggling. I need to pass stat's to start the doc program. Work forgetful. Relationships too emotional too impulsive. And again thebrains are overshadowed with my adhd. Mom still believes I'm fine and don't have any diagnoses, and still need hand holding. But I found I love to write and that helps. Plus I ramble on and on and on..