
07/06/2025
š§ The Stages of Realising Youāre Autistic + ADHD at 46 (Give or Take)
For the late-diagnosed, self-diagnosed, and still-figuring-it-outsāespecially if you were socialised as female.
I didnāt wake up one day knowing I was neurodivergent.
It was more like this slow, spiralling, bittersweet unraveling.
Hereās how it went. Maybe itāll sound familiar.
š Curiosity
Somethingās always felt⦠different.
Like Iām tuned into a frequency that everyone else seems to ignore.
Like Iāve been translating the world my whole life.
š¬ Dismissal
"But I make eye contact."
"But I care too much."
"But Iām functional (sort of)."
(That oneās the kicker, isnāt it?)
š” Recognition
Sensory overload? Executive dysfunction? Burnout? Masking?
I wasnāt just tiredāI was masking fatigue.
And suddenly, the language fit.
š³ Shock
All those years of āwhatās wrong with me?ā
Turns out, nothing was wrongā
but the world wasnāt built for people like me.
š Grief
I grieved the child who was punished for ānot trying hard enough.ā
The teen who withdrew.
The woman who became a chameleon just to stay employed.
And I grieved the time lostāmisdiagnosed, misunderstood, missed entirely.
š§ Research Spiral
Welcome to the late-diagnosed PhD program I did not sign up for.
Yes, I can now quote articles, books, and memes in equal measure.
š„¹ Self-Compassion (Sort Of)
Iām not lazy, dramatic, or difficult.
Iām dysregulated. Iām demand avoidant. Iām exhausted.
And Iām worthy of gentleness.
š„ Rage
At schools.
At doctors.
At HR departments and corporate nonsense and being told to āmanage stress better.ā
At how much I internalised instead of questioning.
š§© Rebuild
Not a reinvention.
A reclamation.
A life with less masking and more soft clothing.
Less "should" and more "what do I need right now?"
Better snacks. More naps.
Permission to be everything I am.
Iām still rebuilding.
But I no longer gaslight myself.
And if youāre in this process too?
You're not late. You're right on time.
With love and middle-finger energy,
Paula š