Jeff’s Story – Adult ADHD

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I’ve always identified with the character in the Janis Ian song from the 1970s: ‘At Seventeen’ – the girl lacking social graces, staying at home, while the popular kids partied and lived their lives to the full. If I’m honest with myself, I have felt like that character for as long as I can remember; that happiness is for other people, not for me. As a child I learned that I shouldn’t expect happiness and I don’t deserve it. This wasn’t because of my upbringing, far from it. My parents have always been loving and supportive and I was lucky to have a stable family with great grandparents.

These ideas were learned away from home and family, as I struggled through the social landscape of childhood. It happened day by day, bit by bit, during primary and middle school. Admittedly I was always daydreaming but rather than being naughty I would be lost in my own world. As a five-year-old I was quite the young philosopher, and wasn’t afraid to pose questions arising from my daydreams. Unfortunately, Mrs Clarke didn’t think “How do dogs get married?” was quite so profound, the class didn’t either. However, like the class at the time I can see the funny side now!

 

Gradually I developed a sense of inferiority, that I was somehow less deserving than other kids. I didn’t know why at the time, not really. I had a vague awareness that others were more ‘with it’ than me, they didn’t daydream so much, or fidget as much, and found making friends much easier. But at that tender age honest insight and self-reflection were beyond my means.

 

What I didn’t realise at the time was that I was naïve and easily hoodwinked, and therefore, a regular target of jokes and ridicule. I was socially awkward and the ability of others to say the right thing at the right time remained a mystery to me; I had no idea how to be popular like the other kids. Calling the teacher ‘mum’ by mistake was also a regular occurrence. Most importantly, I was extremely emotionally sensitive, and I still am to be honest. I took rejection and any perceived slight very badly, and believing it was all my fault for being stupid, I’d internalise the shame, further reducing my self-esteem.

 

In middle school, on account of my daydreaming and apparent dopiness, my form teacher christened me ‘Gormless Gawthorpe’. Later, on account of my childhood chubbiness he added ‘Pillsbury Dough Boy’ too. Cue bullying and further descent down the social hierarchy.

 

It wasn’t all doom and gloom, and in many ways, I had a great childhood: a stable home life, holidays, I played lots of sport, had friends (just not loads of them) and my family were always wonderful. In summer I often went fishing with my dad and granddad which I absolutely loved, but I was hopeless! Unsurprisingly, I had zero patience and after 2 minutes fishing I’d get up for a wonder or start making a bow and arrow. I’d never catch as many fish as them, but at least I know why now! Brilliant as those times were, they didn’t compensate for the drip feed of internalised negativity and self-blame slowly chipping away at my confidence.

 

I’ve since learned my difficulties were all classic signs of ADHD. If only I had known then, what might I have achieved?

 

Eventually I started compensating for the day dreaming and concentration, and by the start of my GCSEs it became apparent to me and my teachers that I was actually very bright. I was known for stumping teachers with questions they’d never been asked before. On learning about photosynthesis in biology I remember asking why chlorophyll was green – wouldn’t black pigment absorb more energy? They weren’t able to answer that at the time, and due my inquisitiveness and apparent intelligence teachers predicted stellar results for my GCSEs. My study skills were appalling though, I couldn’t revise and turned up to exams with no preparation. In the end my grades were pretty good, but didn’t match my potential. My A levels followed a very similar pattern.

 

I did better at university, as I loved the subject (biochemistry), and didn’t have to spread my attention so wide. Although I could have done better academically, I got a decent education for which I’m very grateful. There were a few hiccups at university, however.

 

The whole world changed one day when I was twenty years old. While in a class at university I felt unwell and decided to go home. Leaving the building it hit me: a wave of fear, I felt exposed, afraid, overwhelmed with dread. I was dizzy and faint, and I truly thought I was dying, I was terrified. Luckily A & E, was just around the corner, I stumbled there like a character in a Hitchcock movie and must have looked petrified when I arrived. Tests were performed and it was quickly decided I’d had a panic attack and was discharged.

 

I tried to explain to the medics that I couldn’t leave, I wasn’t me
anymore, I was changed. Everything felt unreal, like a bad dream, I felt unreal, as if I was observing me and my life from afar. So peculiar did I feel that I believed my experience was unique – that no one had ever felt like I did. In my mind it followed that no one would ever understand or be able to help, it was a very lonely and confusing place to be. Later I learned that these feelings were not unique to me, they had names – derealisation and depersonalisation, they are not uncommon in severe depression and anxiety, or after trauma. However, they were extremely unpleasant and uniquely distressing, they robbed me of my sense of self and lasted for many months.

 

For at least 6 months I couldn’t function at all. I was severely anxious and depressed but because I felt so bad I was convinced I was physically ill. The GP must have dreaded me returning every few days suggesting a different malady to explain my distress. I was desperate to establish a physical cause for my problems as then I might be able to fix myself. If it was a problem with my mind I honestly felt I would NEVER get better.

 

For the first few months I was so fragile I lived at my parents and slept in their room on a camp bed. I saw a psychiatrist at St James’s every week during that period, it was pointless. He lacked any empathy, showed no appreciation of my distress or how changed I felt as a person. He prescribed lofepramine, the first of many unnecessary psychiatric drugs, which I didn’t take for the first 6 weeks as I was scared it would make me worse. Over the next two years I tried amitriptyline, imipramine and clomipramine; all were ineffective. It was a very dark time, I felt grief for the loss of the old ‘me’ and despair at the future. Worst of all, I felt with absolute certainty that I would never recover.

 

I have no idea how I got through that period, but gradually I got better. I hesitate to call it a recovery as it was so slow and imperceptible a regression to the mean would be a more accurate description. After a year I returned to university, though it was probably two years until I felt even near normal again. However, I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered from that episode.

 

When I look back at how ill I was, it’s scandalous that I received so little help. I was dangerously unwell for a long time, but after the first couple of months I was left by the NHS to pretty much fend for myself. My mind was a total mess for the first year, and I had very little support, it’s really just pure luck that I didn’t end up dead, just another statistic.

 

That was over twenty years ago. Since then I have had three major relapses, but none as bad as the first. More than once, I encountered very difficult times and unable to cope ended up in A & E in a bad state. I’ve been to GPs dozens of times both exhibiting and describing the core symptoms of ADHD: racing mind, inability to relax, fidgeting, feeling overwhelmed, terrible sleep quality, anxiety, and treatment resistant depression. Not only were my symptoms never properly investigated and assessed but I was inappropriately treated with anti-depressants and anxiolytics or hypnotics. Over a period of around twenty years I was prescribed: amitriptyline, imipramine, clomipramine, fluvoxetine, paroxetine, fluoxetine, citalopram, duloxetine, sertraline, diazepam, zopiclone, lorazepam, temazepam, buspirone. Some of these I took for many years, none of them did me any good, although I can’t deny the sleeping tablets were temporarily effective.

 

Not once did any doctor suggest we look into why my treatments didn’t work, why I kept relapsing, or whether my diagnosis of depression and anxiety was even valid. I asked these questions myself but was always told the same things – ‘not everyone responds to the first anti-depressant’, ‘it can take time to get better’. A couple of years ago, after being depressed for three years following my divorce, I asked a doctor at my GPs surgery to refer me to a psychiatrist. Unbelievably, she wouldn’t do it, insisting instead I try yet ANOTHER antidepressant. No thanks. I left exasperated and resolved to return and see a more understanding doctor. I never did go back, I was totally disillusioned with the medical profession and gave up hoping my mind could ever be fixed.

 

If only if only my ADHD had been spotted during any of these visits going back twenty years. Just once.

 

One constant that has kept me sane is work. After flitting between jobs for a few years after university, I spotted a course for computer programming. I took to it quickly and enjoyed every minute, I’ve always loved maths, puzzles and electronics, and with a few extra bits (and a lot of boring meetings!) that’s what programming and system engineering is, pretty much. I was extremely fortunate to find something I enjoy and that I have the ability to do, not least because some key ADHD traits like hyper-focus and a restless mind actually appear to help. I’ve been working in IT ever since. I’m currently a senior engineer at a large software company, designing and building critical systems that are used by thousands of people daily. However, it wasn’t and isn’t all plain sailing. Until I was treated for ADHD I found many things at work (e.g. paperwork, writing documentation, meetings) very difficult and was constantly overwhelmed, anxious, stressed and had very poor sleep. These problems haven’t disappeared completely but are now much improved.

 

When I was finally diagnosed it came from a chance conversation at work, remarking on how forgetful I can be and how stressed I always looked, my colleague suggested I investigate ADHD. I had never heard of ADHD in adults, but intrigued I went straight to the NHS website, and within a minute of starting reading everything fell into place. It was an enormous revelation for me as I had every single symptom in abundance. I decided to go private for diagnosis as the waiting list for NHS assessments was around nine months long and I was desperate to change. Within two weeks I was diagnosed, and for the first time in my adult life I had genuine hope that I might conquer my demons.

 

I can’t stress how important diagnosis has been for me; I honestly thought I was destined for another forty years of quiet desperation, depression, and anxiety with the odd crisis thrown in for good measure. I had more or less given up on the possibility of getting better, especially after my divorce. I’d regularly wake up and think what a relief it would be not to have to do this anymore, why bother with life, it’s pointless and miserable. Can you imagine living like that? It’s grim, but sadly it is a reality for many, many people with mental health issues.

 

Since then I have been taking medication for ADHD and it has changed my life. My moods have stabilised, depression lifted, anxiety massively reduced, work is much easier and far less stressful, I’m more patient and far less frustrated at life in general, although I’m still thoroughly disorganised and lose keys and bank cards all the time! Crucially now I know I have ADHD, I am so much kinder to myself, so much more forgiving – this is a neurological condition, and there’s no point in blaming myself anymore.

 

The pain I have endured as both child and adult because of my undiagnosed and untreated ADHD is substantial: a hugely traumatic mental breakdown, twenty years of depression, visits to A & E in a state of crisis, distress, anxiety, frustration, worry. Broken relationships, divorce, missed opportunities and chronic low self-esteem. This alone is a tragedy, but across the population of the UK the hardship, suffering and unfulfilled potential of sufferers must be enormous. It pains me to think of the many thousands of people right now in the UK, who are not aware they have ADHD. Many will be suffering, and just like I used to, they’ll be asking themselves “What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I struggle so much? Why can’t I just cope with life like other people?”

 

Given the prevalence of ADHD and the ease with which it can usually be treated, our failure as a society to take it seriously is outrageous. It should be considered a national scandal and a health emergency. What damage has government’s lack of concern and investment lead to? How many futures have been spoiled, childhoods ruined, and opportunities missed? How many people are under educated, haven’t reached their potential or are unemployed? How many sufferers abuse alcohol or drugs, having no other way to calm their racing minds? How many are depressed, anxious, or in crisis after reaching breaking point? How many suicides could have been avoided? How many divorces could have been prevented, and broken families kept together? And what about those people that slip under the authorities’ radar – the underachievers, those disillusioned with life feeling chronically unhappy, frustrated, shy, lonely, and broke?

 

The truth is that life with ADHD can be hard, really hard. As a child it damaged my self-esteem, formed much of my self-image and destroyed my confidence before it had chance to develop. Learned at such a young age these feelings are very difficult to change as one grows older, they have been for me at least. ADHD wasn’t much recognised 35 years ago when I was a kid, but still I can’t help thinking if only.

 

As an adult I have found ADHD even more difficult to live with. Until diagnosis I struggled with so many of the responsibilities of normal adult life, and I still do but to a much lesser extent in most instances. I’m referring to things like finances, maintaining a household, keeping track of bills, planning (of anything), relationships and rebuilding confidence after they fail, remembering birthdays, keeping things tidy, losing bank cards and documents. Keys in particular are a massive problem for me, I lose them multiple times a day, sometimes for good, and that can be costly as car keys are not cheap. On one occasion they turned up in the fridge at work after disappearing for a week, on another I once lost them on the first day of a new job, making me an hour late. I’ve even lost my brother in laws keys, after taking his keys home with me I didn’t realise for a month. Doh!

 

Missing or messing up these mundane, routine tasks seems benign enough at first glance – but cumulatively, when they happen all the time, day after day the effects really add up. I have no intuition for the passage of time for any period longer than a day or two; anything more than that and it all feels the same to me. Worst of all, because I forget conversations or don’t listen properly it can appear that I don’t care. Before we got divorced my wife thought this of me, and nothing could have been further from the truth. It hurts to think those that you really care about can receive exactly the opposite impression. It’s very difficult to hear, and it’s no surprise we are twice as likely to be divorced and have more mental health problems than those without ADHD. What is surprising though, is the prevalence of those mental health problems in the ADHD community. Eighty percent of people diagnosed with ADHD as an adult have at least one comorbid psychiatric condition. Eighty percent!

The human cost of undiagnosed ADHD is incalculable – the broken families, suicides, careers lost, unhappy lives and unmet potentials. This alone should be sufficient for society and our government to start treating ADHD with the priority it deserves. However, we all know government, particularly the current one, is more easily persuaded by economic arguments. Thankfully, the economic case for improving ADHD services is undeniable. The cost to society of undiagnosed ADHD is considerable, but diagnosis and treatment is relatively inexpensive. The right investment could help young people reach their potential, help people into work, and under employed people progress their careers. It would also enable earlier intervention and treatment by health professionals, reducing the harm that is often a consequence of untreated ADHD. In time this would reduce pressure and public spending on other services, particularly health, welfare and criminal justice. Although I’m no economist, increasing income tax receipts while reducing public spending sounds like a good combination to me.

 

After all that doom and gloom I want to finish on a positive note, because ADHD is not all bad, not by a long shot. People that I know with ADHD are generally a very cheerful, friendly and optimistic. I am too, well most of the time, I do have periods when I feel down but now I’m receiving treatment the good times far outweigh the bad. We’re helpful, sometimes too helpful, which can make me very busy at work, but saying no just isn’t in my nature. It has given me a very active mind which means I have an almost compulsive need for information. I’m therefore a voracious reader and I’m interested in practically anything, making me very good in quizzes! Overall, I think the biggest gift I have received from ADHD is my sense of humour, it’s rather inventive and some would say quite twisted but I’m often told I’m very funny. I went on holiday with a group of friends last year and one family asked if they could rent me to keep them entertained on their next one. I’m constantly trying to make light of any situation, which appears to be quite a common trait. 

A colleague happened across the Rory Bremner ADHD documentary a few months ago. He collared me the next day, and was laughing while he said “I thought you were one of a kind, but I watched that Rory Bremner doc last night and I couldn’t believe it, he’s just like you!”.

 

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