05/04/2026
Maybe I am hyperactive ā¦
Maybe this is obvious to others but itās new for me and Iām wondering if my self awareness was stunted before my adhd diagnosis and the rest of my life is going to be spent catching up!
I am sharing these thoughts because I think they relate to the parameters we set for ourselves, society sets for us growing up as girls snd as women. Recognising the value and importance of movement just for the sake of it without needing to be the best or achieve specific goals to justify movement.
My adhd diagnosis is combined, so I understood my āhyperactivityā as being internalised accompanied by low level fidgeting and wiggling in my seat, tugging at my hair, jewellery etc.
I thought that was my natural way of being but now Iām starting to wonderā¦
On Friday my watch measured 40k steps- a combination of walking, running and dancing over the course of 15 hours. And I loved it!
As I walked home from an evening spent line dancing, after an 18km run in the morning, it occurred to me that maybe there was a reason my parents fixed me up with an activity after school every evening and at the weekend : swimming, ballet, tap, disco, brownies/guides, gymnastics, marching, tennis, badminton, piano, clarinetā¦
I realise I was privileged. At the time I had an awareness this wasnāt ānormalā but Iād always put this down to my working class parents wanting to give me the best opportunities in life.
I wasnāt talented at anything- my piano teacher unwittingly diagnosed my adhd declaring I was a ājack of all trades, master of noneā at 11.
But now I wonder whether there was an element of my parents instinctively knowing I needed to be kept occupied and busy š¤
I actually never saw my possible hyperactivity until Friday night. Itās 5 years and 2 months since I was diagnosed with ADHD. Iāve understood my adhd as my dysregulated ānoiseā and my autism as the true me. Iāve never understood myself as āhyperactiveā but now Iām thinking maybe I am.
My autism is a constant and impacts my communication, bottom up processing, need for clarity and emotional connection to anything and everything. Yes my adhd is louder when life has become too much but now I think maybe my hyperactivity may also be a constant, like my autism.
And maybe that explains as I progress on my inner journey the increasing need and pull I feel to connect more with my body.
Even though anything involving sitting at a desk, being in my head, (which I thought was my happy place) - physically drains me, like keyptonite, like a balloon with a slow and steady puncture - resulting in me struggling to stay awake⦠Iāve persisted with this line of work and activity - so much study, so many post grad certificates so much time spent sitting.
But because I was academically able I never questioned this choice, this direction. I never saw myself as someone who was happy moving, never valued or recognised that need.
Itās a funny world.
When I was younger what was important to me was being good at whatever I did. Now I donāt want to be the best, I just want to feel as alive as possible and right now for me - I think that means moving. A lot. And that reflection has the potential to change everything ⦠š¤
Now I love running - itās hard but I love the grind - average 20k over 2 runs a week, I love Zumba and energetic line dancing (Latin fusion) with Dance Yourself Fit with Emma Blackmore. ⦠Zumba has been with me as a fluctuating constant over the past 4 years ⦠am I co-ordinated ⦠a natural? No but I love the music and the wiggles! I dabble in yoga and Pilates, walk with my dog over 10k steps every day and now Iām giving myself permission to move more without feeling a need to prove anything, not even to myself but because my body and mind enjoys it.
But I do have a dream - and Iāve said in other posts I believe you have to dream it to have any chance of it coming true so Iām not apologising got it no matter how wild and whacky it sounds ⦠but maybe Iāll be able to help other women like me move more too ā¦in the future.
Pictures evidencing my day - steps, run by the river no pictures of me line dancing unfortunately š