That fear may stem from your childhood, or perhaps some type of trauma. I wasn’t diagnosed with ADHD until I was an adult; however, there is no doubt
I had the condition as a child. My brother was the “Golden Child.” He was driven and focused. But I was the chatty, flighty one, that couldn’t keep curfew. Every time I screwed up, I faced old-school discipline, followed by 3 days of the silent treatment from my Mom. I felt like an unlovable failure—all the time. I’m not sure how old
I was when I started masking, but with it, I experienced success at school and on the job. But geez…is it ever exhausting!!! There ain’t no tired, like an ADHD tired. It truly is an exhausting aspect of an ADHDer’s life. I started therapy about 3 months ago and have a colleague with ADHD that I confide in. In the past, I was an open-book that shared my struggles with everyone. The trouble with that is unless the person I’m sharing with has the condition, they just don’t understand. As a result, not only do I fear being judged, I am being judged.