Ten years ago during a particularly challenging time in my life, I suggested to my therapist that I might have Attention Deficit Disorder.
She suggested that I go online and check it out. Not having much success with following through, I didn’t get very far. She never pursued it, nor did I. I guess she thought I had enough to deal with without adding another diagnosis.
She had previously diagnosed me with Dissociative Disorder. I know now that diagnosis was incorrect.
I was experiencing ADD symptoms full-blown. She didn’t know enough about ADD to recognize it. I don’t blame her for this. I don’t think therapists can be well-versed in all aspects of mental health.
I’m grateful I found my diagnosis when I did — at the age of 59. It has helped tremendously in understanding the past, living in the present and planning for the future.
Forgiving her for not knowing any better and forgiving myself for not persisting with getting a diagnosis at the time was a vital part of my recovery.
Pauline Laurent
Certified Co-Active Life Coach
Life Coaching for Adults with ADHD
www.gutsycoaching.com
707-578-4226
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