I am kinda glad, I had a mindset shift at like 17 to just live to entertain myself and after that I found some neurodivergent folks at my school at the time and had the time of my life. Before that were some major depressions and social circles that didn’t enjoy my presence (and I didn’t enjoy theirs too!). It makes a huge difference if there are people near you who do vocal stimming with you lmao

Same boat friend. I can’t hold a job for longer than a few years and I live in an area where there are very few options so my resume is a disaster. Once I’m in a place for too long people start to notice my quirks. At first it’s funny and cute, but then it gets difficult and people turn on me. Misunderstandings build and compound. Some people even see my imperceptiveness as a weakness for them to exploit.

But there is one job that I am trying to pursue again. It involves travel, working remotely, seeing new places all the time, and meeting new people for a few days at most. For me it was electrical inspection and investigation. What this means is my mask only needs to be worn for a little bit at a time. Even if someone notices my quirks, it’s received as charming and then I’m gone forever. My coworkers are too busy doing the same to really care, and I only see them once a year at best.

The pay was shit so I left but now it’s worth the hit. This last year has been devastating for me:

• fired over a misunderstanding days after picking up a new car that:

• I can no longer afford,
• everyone told me was a bad idea,
• and days before it would be discontinued,

• took a job that destroys my soul but can’t afford to leave,
• mixed up meds and ended up in hospital
• was involved in a wreck that I may have caused by inattentiveness and ended up arrested and back in hospital,
• diagnosed with functional neurological disorder with nearly uncontrolled essential tremor,
• couldn’t afford healthcare so I stopped being treated for CPTSD, anxiety, and SI,
• and the VA just put me on a “watchlist” - a nurse told me that I exhibit every red flag of a veteran at risk of harming themselves. Cool cool cool.

And all of this during the dumbest time in human history. Economy is trash, job market is a veritable dumpster fire, Odyssey was so loud I had to walk out holding my ears because my loops did nothing, and every day I just go home and sit under the kitchen table with my toddler and cry. He holds my face and sings a song he made up for me, “it’s o-kaaay, it’s o-kaaaaay, it’s o-kaaay, it’s o-KAAAAAY”. That song is my tether to sanity.

Burnout baby. My routine was my foundation for life and it’s gone. I don’t even pretend to have a long term mask anymore. I don’t engage with anyone. When I’m at work, I treat my interactions as if I didn’t exist after COB and had no personal opinions. I keep asking short questions that demand a lengthy response and let people crumble under the weight of them listening to themselves carry the entire conversation. But it never comes back on me and I’m such a blank slate that I have no personality at all.

I think I get it. I have no solutions. But I’ll sit under your kitchen table and cry with you if it helps. I’ll even sing you the song. It really does help.

Oh, and neurodiverse people don’t hear this enough, but you are important and you are loved. Even when we don’t feel it.

In my fifty’s. Lots of anti anxiety prescriptions and antidepressants. I’m doing better now. I feel more like what the inside of my head looks like. YMMV.

I dont’ know if I have anything but im in my 50’s and feel like this. Its like with the right challenges and interesting things I was able to really do things but honestly everything seems based less and less on logic and more and more on bs and I am just having trouble functioning anymore.

Same boat. I was increasingly exhausted from pushing myself and masking who I was for decades. I decided one day to just be myself, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Lost almost everything: Job, life-long partner, house, etc. Those things simply weren’t compatible with the new me. They tried to cram me back into the box of conformity, but I don’t fit anymore. I think at some level I knew that, which is why it took me so long; I was clinging desperately to the life I had. Had to throw it all away and jump into the abyss.

Hard to call it a good decision, but I’m still here, and I’ll do it better this time.

Edit: realised I forgot to answer your main question. After a long time of having nothing, I started discovering things about myself. Oh, I like this. I hate that. X feels more like me than Y. Illegal thought crimes for my entire life, that I’m allowed to think about now. After a while you figure out who you really are, not who you had to be.

That’s less about ADHD than trauma, though the first often begets the other. I’m on the same boat. A trauma focused therapist has helped me.

Forgiving myself, allowing myself to suck at something, to not be perfect, were my starting points. I haven’t got to know myself yet, but some of me seems to be shining through the cracks I’m growing on my masks.

The feeling of a wasted life is a recurring one. A whole lot of could have beens. I’m suppose to mourn it and let go instead of lamenting it. I’m not there yet.

I do recommend you find a good therapist. Professional help is a must. Good luck.

Hi! I’m in my forties too, with unmedicated ADHD.

I’m not sure who I am if I relax. I’ve never done it. I’m just like this all the time—reserved and restrained all the time.

I’m 30 now. I got diagnosed at 28. Burned-out at 22 or so.

Grew up in a fairly authoritarian house where large areas of personal expression were disallowed / unacceptable and others were or felt restricted through more or less RSD conflicting with emotionally immature family.

I learned to play an acceptable act and abandoned many parts of myself without even really being aware that I was. Not only that, but as my ADHD symptoms manifested more as I grew up, it also turned me from other “acceptable” things I loved. I realize this is different than your experience of never coming to know yourself.

But the point I want to make is that, in my opinion, ADHD and masking erase much of what we were, and stunt where we are in many ways. And I think there’s 3 main areas to focus toward in undoing that damage.

Even though I’m 30 I’m more or less in the position of an early 20’s person in many ways. So I try to allow myself the things a 20-something would be doing.

Try new activities, step outside your comfort zone, form new friends groups. You won’t simply discover who you are if you do not subject yourself to a range of experiences and continue those you find bring you some inner understanding, peace, or positive emotion.

For me, a man largely raised by women but in a family where men exhibiting femininity was judged, a large part has been accepting and expressing my femininity.

I paint my nails loud obnoxious shiny colors now. Could barely have imagined doing black a few years ago, literally had to be coaxed into it. Now in a complete 180, I love dressing up and picking/wearing glasses and jewelry and I know what colors and fits of clothes look good on me, etc.

Second, I accept and listen to my ADHD with compassion rather than try to exert willpower to fight it constantly. I do what I/it actually need now and accept that though it makes me struggle in other ways it’s worth it.

I work again, but only 25 hours a week and I still call out when I need to, which is more than most would. I don’t hold my incapacities against myself anymore but instead do my best to accomodate them. I focus on what is making doing things hard and try to eliminate as many obstacles as possible. Cut down on the number of things I need to commute to and from work every day is a big one for me as an example.

And a third aspect encapsulating all of this imo is pursuing medical treatment. I did a lot of cognitive behavioral therapy work with professionals and alone during my several years of burnt-out, still before I had any idea I had ADHD, working toward a better mental landscape.

Learning to trust myself, learning to treat myself with kindness and compassion, learning how to nurture myself. Focusing on learning mindfulness and improving my executive function. It’s hard to find yourself if you’re wading through a lot of negative emotion and past experience.

I also found the meds to be incredibly effective once I did get a suspicion and seek/get diagnosis. Through therapy, I’d been able to learn to keep up on house tasks and errands and personal upkeep and whatever like a teen. I was barely keeping up, but I was doing it. When I got on the meds, I suddenly could do all that with way more consistency and less effort, but could also feel like I was able to work part-time while doing so.

Wishing you better times and much growth in self-knowledge and contentedness. 💜

TL;DR:

Pursue cognitive behavioral therapy, and ADHD meds. Try new things and meet new people. Push your comfort zone. Treat and listen to yourself/your needs with nurturing and compassionate understanding and accommodation.

I wrote paragraphs of my experience and realized the best advice I can give after going through it myself is, stop being afraid of being yourself and most importantly speak to a medical professional for help on ADHD burnout.

As far as the real you, for me I found he wasn’t mad, he was sad. And was tired of being treated like a monster for opening my eyes to the burnout I felt starting at 20. He simply was trying to protect me and I used him like an old dirty mattress at a porn shoot. Forgive yourself and try making recompense and start working together for balance, meaning stand up for yourself more.

Posting another comment… for saliency maybe

Recalling last time I had what may be a burnout.

1. Drinking heavily
2. Sometimes could not even bring myself to drink despite the relief in the evenings
3. Environment at home increasingly suffocating
4. Work offered zero motivation but more suffocating

…hmmm

Maybe not a burnout?

5. Crying randomly In the drive maybe, at home, sometimws not accompanied by great feelings but just subtlet happening sort of quickly. Have had a cry? Have you had any feeling to want to cry, but resisted it? I think sometimes I need a big release Could be Crying Sexual Sweating / gym / exhaustion And then maybe it doesnt resolve immediately but that seems to help out in a matter of maybe the next day or so I think sometimes Ill look back and think why did I resist that emotion for so long ? We do have emotional dysregulation (to varying degrees)

8 years your junior and barely starting medication and therapy after recent diagnosis…here’s my thoughts

I’ve realized thst sometimes ill latch on to a joke or a made up story, or funny way to say a word…most people will respond eith derision, confusion, and or rarely anger. Rarely people will wuite enjoy that particularly quip or joke and even rarer someone will use it on someone else and then report to me how the receiver thought they were crazy or something and ive had to tell people that cannot say some of the things I say unless theu understand and are prepared for that reaction lol…

When I have good energy, and low anxiety I can handle these bad reactions…and when I do not, yes, it hurts not to be able to express myself fully foe wither (a) low social engagement / lack of energy / lack of task initiation / depression or (b) fear of reaction / lack of interest in sharing positively with people who “possiby dont deserve my personhood”

Hmmm so I am sorry you experience something like that (At least thats how I conceptualized it)

I believe we, humanity, ADHD or not have an impetus to output the most genuine versions of ourselves online and elsewhere as, ADHD or not, we are all also effected (by varying degrees) by the disenguinity and love-absent and kindness-deprived reality of many parts of the internet and corporate working.

? Sometimes for me…I need to be alone for long periods of time, I meed to experience some amount of lack of stimulation and real boredom pulling me into my (“home self”) wherein I read Wikipedia articles, try something novel like crocheting or juggling, and generate some new shiny thing which adds in to my growing sense of broad-spectrum interests as a part of “me” and my personality.

Sorry for long text which is only somewhat coherent

i have been struggling with this too, i am still so frightened all of the time and i know it is part of what prevents me from forming connections with others.

art is helping me a lot, i think, though i don’t fully understand how yet. maybe it is letting me figure out little pieces of things that are in me and express them, or maybe it’s the experimentation and play that i felt like i wasn’t allowed to do earlier in life, or some combination of things. perhaps there is something like that for you.

i really hope you have access to some good support systems. and please do be kind to yourself. our poor brains are so tired. i wish i could offer some better advice but i am stumbling in the darkness myself.

Start with some therapy and go from there

@ScoffingLizard I’ve been on Elvanse and Amfexa for 18 months now.

I was diagnosed at 51. ADHD broke me. Utterly.

But I am starting to find myself again. The scars will always be there, but there is a person I can salvage from the wreck.

It’s possible.

I’ve unfortunately learned that continued masking is the price we have to pay for our existence in this society. The few times I let up I paid dearly (broke down at work due to years of accumulating stress - fired. Broke down at home because of the former - almost lost my relationship. Etc.).

I’m no longer willing to jeopardize my already bleak future with it.