Seeing Myself Through My Child’s Diagnosis: ADHD, Autism & Late Self-Realisation
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When my daughter was diagnosed with ADHD and autism, I was focused on understanding her needs. I read the books, attended the appointments, listened carefully to the professionals, determined to support her in every way I could.
But something unexpected happened.
As I answered the assessment questions about her behaviours, preferences, and challenges, the professionals gently turned the mirror around.
“Have you ever considered that you might be neurodivergent too?”
At first, I brushed it off. Surely not. I’ve always coped. ven if just barely at times. But the questions stuck with me. And so did the strange feeling of recognition.
It All Started Making Sense
Suddenly, patterns in my own life began to come into focus.
The sensory overwhelm.
The mental exhaustion after social situations.
The way I always felt “too much” or “not enough.”
The difficulty switching tasks, or hyperfocusing for hours on the things I love.
The need for routine — or the total rejection of it when I feel overwhelmed.
I wasn’t just supporting my child’s discovery of herself. I was discovering myself, too — possibly for the first time with full honesty.
On the Waiting List… and Still Growing
I’m now on the waiting list for an adult ADHD and autism assessment, and like many in the UK, it’s been over a year.
But even without a formal diagnosis yet, this journey has changed everything.
I no longer label myself as "too sensitive," "lazy," "awkward," or "disorganised."
Instead, I’m learning how my brain just works differently.
And with that shift in understanding has come more self-compassion and less shame.
Understanding Myself Has Helped Me Support Others Better
As a counsellor, this experience has deepened my empathy for clients who feel they’ve never quite fit in, who struggle to keep up with life’s demands, or who carry old labels that never felt quite right.
Whether you’re wondering about ADHD or autism, or just feeling a sense that something has been missed — you are not alone.
And you don’t need to wait for a diagnosis to start understanding yourself with more kindness.
You weren’t broken. You were just unsupported.
I hope sharing my experience helps others feel seen and understood too.