This week, I have discovered something important about myself: I am AuDhd — autistic and ADHD.
A few years ago, close family suggested that I might be autistic. I started to wonder too, but life kept moving and I pushed it aside. Recently, my psychologist recommended a full assessment. I decided it was time to find out.
Now it’s confirmed. I’m officially diagnosed.
It’s life-changing.
It’s a revelation.
It explains so much about who I am and how my brain works.
I finally have answers to the questions I’ve carried for years. Why I think the way I do. Why I experience the world so intensely. Why things that seem “easy” for others cost me so much energy.
I’ve already spent time grieving the parts of my life shaped by misunderstanding — both from others and from myself. This diagnosis doesn’t change who I am. It simply gives me language for it. It makes sense of a lifetime of being “too much,” “too sensitive,” “too intense.”
I’m not broken.
I’m not a failed version of normal.
I’m neurodivergent — and there is strength in that.
I'm still learning what Unmasking for me means, but here are a few things i plan to start doing:
• Asking for clarity instead of masking confusion
• Setting up my life around my brain’s natural rhythms
• Refusing to apologise for my sensory needs
• Speaking plainly about how I experience the world
Getting this diagnosis is not an end. It’s a beginning.
If you’re walking this path too — late-diagnosed, learning who you really are underneath the masks — you are not alone.
We are allowed to exist as we are.
I’m AuDHD.
I’m proud.
I’m building a life that finally makes sense.