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Married with ADHD
My wife and I are both officially diagnosed with galloping cases of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, ADHD. This is how we live together.
Overall, there are upsides and downsides to both having the same disorder. Yeah, you heard me, I called it a disorder because that is what it is. I know we’re supposed to pretend that we’re just ‘differently abled’ but what my wife and I have is not some mild case of distractibility, it is full-blown life-fucking-up-caliber ADHD. We are not the kind of ADHD people who pretend we have superpowers because we definitely do not. There is nothing super about chronically failing to do things we promised to do, either for others or for each other. Nor is it super to lose track of conversations because we’ve got sensory overload at a party. Why is it so hard for people to just admit that they have a disorder that makes it harder to cope with being a human being in society? Why does everyone feel the need to pretend to be perfect all the time?
Wait, what I was talking about? Right, upsides and downsides. Alright, let me do what my therapist told me to do and try to impose some order with a list:
1. My love, my darling, whatever you wanted me to do today I didn’t do it. Again.
We forget things. Do you ever have the feeling like there’s something important you’re supposed to be doing but you aren’t…
