My PCP got me to do an online questionnaire through ADHD Online.

He thought it was quackery until the pandemic essentially forced him to try sending people down that route. He now trusts the results (and finds it way quicker + cheaper than a referral to an in-state specialist). Basically, your questionnaire takes the place of an in-person interview and gets assessed by a doctor in a low-population state. (I think mine was reviewed by a doctor in North Dakota or something.) I think it was about $90 (out of pocket).

Based on that I was diagnosed with ADHD, depression, and anxiety.

I followed up with my PCP, who got me on a low grade antidepressant. I don’t feel depressed or anxious anymore, and it’s helped me turn my ADHD into a superpower. (My brain is still all over the place, but I have the confidence to weaponize it.) I’m definitely one of the lucky ones, but that’s the journey I took.

False. The Liberals are generally centre-right even within Canada. Your compass is off.

Your Newtonian physics argument is nonsensical and frankly rude.

So when you zip some files and then unzip them, some of the bytes are missing? Really?!

Wait… Is that community run by Gerald Holmes?

http://www.l8r.net/geraldholmes.freeyellow.com/ (a 25 year-old, very likely satire site)

I babysat a brother and sister in the early 90s and we played Mousetrap properly after dinner to kill time until bedtime. Worst babysitter ever.

Then I let them stay up past bedtime while we figured out the most cursed modifications/add-ons. Best babysitter ever.

(In truth, I remember that I had talked with the parents beforehand about “stated bedtime” versus “real bedtime”.)

This was my first thought, too.

I started taking antidepressants a few months ago to treat ADHD-related anxiety and depression. (The doctor suggested that I could try ADHD-specific meds, but pointed out that I’m already a relatively successful adult, so clearly I’ve built coping mechanisms over the years.)

I’m surprised by how much more rational I’ve become when dealing with stuff.

I first really noticed it when I was crossing at an intersection and a driver turning right didn’t see me and almost hit me. She slammed on the brakes and waved her hands in a clearly startled and apologetic way. Before the meds I probably would have flipped her the bird and had my heart pounding in my ears for the next half hour as I seethed with anger. Now, my thought was “She made a mistake. I’m fine. She knows she made a mistake and she’ll certainly be more careful next time. It’s okay.”

That’s not to say that I don’t get angry anymore. I just get angry about stuff that matters or where I can change something. It feels a lot healthier.

Standard disclaimer: I’m not a doctor. This is not medical advice. It’s just my anecdotal experience. Maybe talk to your doctor about getting tested for depression and/or anxiety. (I had never thought to before this year, because in my youth I was just called “disorganized”, “lazy”, and “scatterbrained”.)