A week ago I discovered that my daughter, my mother and I all suffer from undiagnosed Adhd. A large part of that - I now know - is due to my untreated adhd. When I pick up the kids, I speak to my ex about my Adhd and my daughter’s suspected Adhd. I’m reminded of all the times I needed him to support me and what I thought was depression when we were married. Nothing about this conversation smells like a dopamine hit! Didn’t I just tell this man I have Adhd!? But then again, not only does he not believe me, he doesn’t fully understand or accept that Adhd is a whole disability on its own! Because of the trauma I experienced as a neurodivergent, undiagnosed Black girl, I projected many of the same ignorant beliefs on my daughter. My. Business allows me to work from home and spend a lot of face time with my kids whenever I have them.

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