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Week 2 on ADHD Meds: The Rollercoaster Continues

Week 2 has come to an end and honestly… I’m knackered. Mentally, emotionally, physically. But also… cautiously hopeful?

Here’s how things went down:

Day 1: The Shift Begins

First day on the increased dose and I definitely felt the difference. My brain wasn’t screaming at me from 37 different directions more like whispering from the corner. I felt alert, focused, and way more productive than usual. I got housework done, emails sent, art created, and even ate actual meals (plural).

But alongside all that, I found myself feeling quite emotional. It hit me how much I’ve struggled through life, school, work, relationships, just surviving with no idea why it was all so hard. Now, at 46, these “magic pills” are helping me make sense of myself. It’s bittersweet, but mostly it’s hope. Finally.

Day 2: Weird but Wonderful

Still sleep-deprived, but my brain felt lighter. I wasn’t panicking at every tiny thing. I was less foggy, less frantic. It’s hard to explain, like my internal chaos had taken the day off. Still a bit overwhelming emotionally though, because all of this is so new.

I realised I need help processing my grief, too. It’s something I’ve buried under the chaos, and now that the noise is quieting… it’s all floating up. But despite that, I felt grateful. Even excited about life. Weird, huh?

Day 3: Zombie Mode Activated

I got a whole four hours of broken sleep and still managed to stay awake all day without a nap. (Please clap.) Massive headache again (because of course), but my focus was chef’s kiss. I did a painting, tackled a paperwork doom pile, and ate actual food. Mood: brighter, despite the exhaustion. Small win.

Day 4: Can Someone Prescribe Sleep?

I’m seriously begging the universe for one good night’s sleep. Just one. Please.

Motivation was good though! I got stuff done, had a nap, ate properly, and felt a lot clearer in my head. The usual brain carnage was toned down, a quiet victory. But I desperately want to experience all this with a fully rested brain. It’s been years since I slept well. I miss her.

Day 5: The Grump Awakens

Still no sleep, running on fumes, and had yet another headache. My osteoarthritis flared up big time and my mood? Absolutely meh. Didn’t do much, didn’t feel like much. But I’m reminding myself not every day will feel like progress. Tomorrow is always a new shot at it.

Also, thinking I might need an afternoon top-up dose… because by 4pm I’m basically a zombie in leggings.

Day 6: Praise Be for the Nap

Still had a rubbish night’s sleep, BUT I came home from the school run and had a glorious, solid four-hour nap. Honestly, it was spiritual.

No headache today (hallelujah), mood was much better, and I even got hit with a wave of motivation… at 9pm. Of course. ADHD logic strikes again. Ate a proper dinner and, um… half a pack of biscuits. Look, we don’t judge.

Day 7: Meh x 3

Today? Meh. Mood: low. Energy: none. Focus: don’t even ask. It happens.

Dose goes up tomorrow for the final time, and I’m hoping that brings some more clarity and calm. For now, I’m resting, resetting, and reminding myself that every up has a down and vice versa.

Final Thoughts

Week 2 has been a mix of magic and migraines, breakthroughs and breakdowns. The sleep situation is still a disaster, and the headaches are not my fave, but the difference in my thinking, the clarity, the reduced overwhelm, the flickers of motivation are giving me real hope.

Thank you so much to everyone following my journey. Your encouragement means everything. Bring on Week 3. Let’s see what this next dose can do 💊💛

#adhdmeds #titrationjourney #adhdinadulthood #neurodivergentlife #adhdover40 #week2recap #sleepdeprivationnation #smallwinsbigfeels

01/07/2025

#QuietBrainClub, adhd, executive dysfunction, family, grief, late diagnosis, masking, medication, neurodivergent, RSD, titration
When School Isn’t Safe: Navigating Bullying as a Neurodivergent Family

If there’s one thing I’ve learned on this journey as a neurodivergent parent raising a neurodivergent child, it’s that nothing is ever simple. Not brushing teeth. Not getting out the door. And certainly not school.

This past year has been a particularly tough chapter for our family. My 8 year old son, Fraser who is proudly and beautifully neurodivergent, has been dealing with bullying at school. Actually it’s been going on since reception if you can believe that!! And not the “kids will be kids” kind (which, by the way, is a phrase I’d like to yeet into the sun). This is targeted. Persistent. Harmful.

And we are exhausted. But also angry. And determined.

The reality for ND kids at school

Fraser is bright, curious, hilarious, and kind. He also processes the world differently from many of his peers. He is the epitome of literal. He might miss social cues or respond in ways others don’t immediately understand. That difference, instead of being celebrated, has made him a target.

He’s been called names, excluded from games, mimicked, and told he’s “weird.” Hes been kicked in the stomach and shin. He’s had his chair pulled away from him as he’s gone to sit down. He’s come home crying. He’s come home silent. He’s started asking questions no 8 year old should have to ask:

“Why don’t they like me?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Is there something wrong with my brain?”

Cue the heartbreak.

When schools don’t get it

We’ve raised it with the school. Multiple times. So many schools still don’t have the training, the awareness, or the will to create environments where neurodivergent kids feel safe. Not just tolerated. Safe.

We’ve heard the usual:

“He just needs to build resilience.” “Maybe he could try joining in more.” “We haven’t seen anything.”

And let me tell you, when your child is being harmed and the people in charge of protecting them suggest they need to change? It feels like gaslighting. It gives me instant rage!

We’re not just raising awareness, we’re raising hell because this has to stop!

Bullying is not a childhood rite of passage. It’s trauma. It sticks. Especially when you’re neurodivergent and the world already feels confusing and overwhelming. I know from personal experience unfortunately.

We’re doing what we can at home. Validating his feelings. Building him up. Teaching him self-advocacy and pride in who he is. But it’s not enough if the systems around him keep failing.

So we’re pushing back. Advocating. Writing emails that are probably too long and definitely too honest. Finding allies and support systems.

Because Fraser and every ND child deserves to be seen, understood, and protected.

If you’re reading this and your child is going through the same

You’re not alone. We see you. We know the ache of wanting to bubble-wrap your child and also set the world on fire in the same breath.

You’re allowed to feel angry. Tired. Sad. You’re allowed to cry in the car park after drop-off. And you’re allowed to demand better, louder, fiercer, and without apology.

Closing thoughts

This isn’t the post I wanted to write. But it’s the one I needed to. Because silence helps no one but the bullies and the broken systems.

Fraser is still his incredible self. And he’s not the problem, he never was. The problem is a world that refuses to bend for difference.

But we will keep bending it. One meeting, one blog post, one brave kid at a time.

26/05/2025

adhd, autism, bullying, family, gas lighting, mainstream school, masking, neurodivergent, school
Dear Neurotypicals: This Is What You Don’t See

Hi. It’s me, Lucie, your neurodivergent friend, sibling, partner, person at the supermarket who looked like they were having a totally normal day… until they suddenly weren’t.

I want to talk to you about what you don’t see.

You see me smiling and making conversation, but you don’t see the script I rehearsed in my head for twenty minutes beforehand. You don’t see the mental flowchart I created on how to respond “correctly” to you, because every social interaction feels like decoding a language I don’t quite speak.

You see me on the school run, showing up (often late!) But you don’t see the absolute mental gymnastics it took to get there: the 42 alarms, the 5 “just five more minutes” snoozes, the pep talk in the mirror, the war I had with my clothes because everything felt “wrong” on my skin.

You see me smiling at the party, nodding along, laughing at the right times. You don’t see the internal meter ticking down—each second making the lights brighter, the music louder, the voices sharper, the fabric more scratchy. You don’t see me retreat to the bathroom just to breathe. You don’t see the sensory hangover the next day.

You think I’m overreacting when I cry in public, when I melt down “over nothing.” But it’s not nothing. It’s every tiny thing that built up and had no place to go. It’s the cup of overwhelm that got one last drop too many. It’s not weakness. It’s overflow.

You see what I show you.

What I think is acceptable.

What I’ve trained myself, sometimes painfully, to perform.

You don’t see the aftermath. The shutdowns. The three-day recovery. The self-doubt spiral. The silent scream when I realize I misunderstood something again.

You don’t see how hard I try.

And that’s not your fault. But now that you know, I hope you’ll understand why I cancel plans sometimes. Why I need things explained more than once. Why I go quiet. Why I isolate.

And I hope when you see someone else doing those things, you’ll give them grace too.

Because behind every “quirk” is a survival strategy.

Behind every “weird” behaviour is a brilliant mind trying to keep pace with a world not built for it.

So please… be kind. Be curious. Be patient.

You don’t need to get it to get me. You just need to care.

Sincerely,

Someone Doing Their Best (Even When It Doesn’t Look Like It)

17/05/2025

adhd, autism, executive dysfunction, family, late diagnosis, masking, neurodivergent, RSD
Grief with ADHD: Now Featuring Bonus Chaos

Grief is hard. Grief with ADHD? It’s like trying to cry and do your taxes while a raccoon throws your memories into a blender.

One minute you’re staring into space, the next you’re deep-cleaning the fridge because sadness showed up as “productive panic.” You forget important dates and then spiral about forgetting them. You cry because you remembered something sweet, then cry harder because you forgot what you were crying about.

Also: did you eat today? No? Same.

Neurodivergent grief isn’t tidy. It’s not linear. It’s a weird soup of feelings, executive dysfunction, and unexpected hyperfixations. But guess what? That doesn’t make it wrong. It just makes it yours.

So whether you’re disassociating in the cereal aisle or sobbing into a hoodie that still smells like them, you’re doing just fine.

Probably. (Let’s be honest, no one really knows what “fine” means anyway.)

12/05/2025

adhd, autism, executive dysfunction, family, grief, late diagnosis, loss of a parent, masking, neurodivergent, RSD
The Mask I didn’t know I was wearing!

I used to think I was just really good at being adaptable.

Growing up, I thought it was normal to feel like I had a different personality for every situation. At school, I was not the quiet, polite girl who followed the rules. Around friends, I was a little loud, trying to be funny, trying to match the energy in the room. Around adults, I was extra charming, smiling when I didn’t want to, nodding even when I didn’t agree.

Turns out, that’s called masking.

And I was doing it like a full-time job. With overtime. For years.

What Even Is Masking?

Masking is when you hide parts of yourself to fit in, to feel safe, or to avoid being judged. In the neurodivergent world, especially with ADHD and autism, it means putting on a kind of social camouflage.

It’s copying expressions. Rehearsing conversations. Forcing eye contact. Smiling when your brain is screaming. Pretending noise doesn’t bother you. Nodding even when you have no idea what’s going on.

It’s trying to be “normal.”

(spoiler: it’s exhausting.)

But I Didn’t Know I Was Doing It

I thought everyone was this tired after social events. I thought everyone practiced what to say before a phone call or had to recover in silence after a trip to the shops.

I thought I was just bad at being a person.

Too sensitive. Too much. Too intense.

Or worse, not enough of the right things.

I was constantly measuring my words, my reactions, my face. And when I finally learned what masking was, it hit me like a freight train: I had been doing it my whole life.

Why We Do It

We mask because we want to belong. Because we’ve been taught that our natural selves are “wrong,” “too much,” “weird,” or “difficult.” We learn early on that stimming is “inappropriate,” that being blunt is “rude,” that being overwhelmed makes us “dramatic.”

So we twist and contort. We shape-shift. We blend in.

But the cost is real.

Burnout. Anxiety. Depression. Identity confusion. That bone-deep exhaustion from constantly editing yourself.

Unmasking is a Whole Journey

Now that I know what masking is, I’ve started to notice the small ways I still do it. I catch myself toning things down or holding things in. I’m learning to ask: Is this really me, or is this the version I think people want?

Unmasking isn’t about throwing social norms out the window. It’s about giving myself permission to exist without apology.

To stim without shame.

To say “no” without guilt.

To rest without “earning it.”

Final Thought

I’m not mad at my past self for masking. It kept me safe. It helped me survive. But now? I want to live, not just perform.

So if you’re slowly peeling back the layers, trying to figure out who you are underneath the mask: I see you.

And who you are is enough, even when you’re not trying to be.

09/05/2025

adhd, autism, family, late diagnosis, masking, neurodivergent
Flying the Nest: Navigating Change as an ADHD Parent (With One Little Bird Still at Home)

Two of my children have officially flown the nest. They’re out in the world, building lives of their own and I’m so bloody proud of them. But as an ADHD parent, this change hit differently than I expected. It’s not just a life transition; it’s a full-body experience that’s been equal parts emotional, disorienting, and oddly quiet.

Well… mostly quiet.

Because while my older two are off finding their paths, I still have one little bird at home, my 8-year-old, who’s also neurodivergent. And loud!

Parenting a young ND child while processing the emotions of older children moving out is a bit like living in two realities. On one hand, I’m grieving the end of one chapter, missing the noise, the shared chaos, the late-night conversations. On the other, I’m still very much in the thick of parenting: navigating sensory needs, emotional dysregulation, and the beautiful, exhausting intensity that comes with raising a neurodivergent kid.

And with ADHD in the mix, transitions aren’t a clean break. My time blindness makes it hard to grasp how fast everything has changed. Emotionally, I can go from feeling deep grief one minute to hyperfocusing on a painting the next. The quiet moments are jarring, but the busy ones don’t always feel grounding either.

What I didn’t expect was how identity-shaking this would all feel. For years, parenting has been my anchor, the structure that helped me function when executive dysfunction made everything else fall apart. Now, I’m trying to figure out who I am in this new season, especially with one foot still firmly planted in active parenting.

There’s pride, of course. So much pride in the young adults my older kids are becoming, and deep love for the little one who still needs me daily. But there’s also this quiet ache. A sense of standing in the middle of a bridge, waving goodbye with one hand while holding tightly with the other.

I’m learning that both things can be true:

I can miss the way things were while still embracing what’s ahead. I can feel untethered while still being needed. I can rediscover myself without letting go of who I’ve always been.

If you’re an ADHD parent navigating mixed-stage parenting, I see you. If you’re grieving the changes while still showing up every day for the little ones who aren’t quite ready to launch, I see you, too.

This isn’t a clean-cut transition. It’s layered, messy, and full of emotion. But it’s also a chance for reflection, for reconnection, and for finding out who we are beyond the roles we’ve held for so long.

We’re growing, too.

07/05/2025

adhd, ADHD empty nest, autism, emotions ADHD parents experience, family, identity shift ADHD parent, late diagnosis, mixed-stage parenting ADHD, neurodivergent, parenting neurodivergent child
Dear Younger Me: You Weren’t Lazy, Rude, or Weird

If I could sit beside you on the edge of your bed after a long day of trying to be “normal,” or in the hallway after yet another moment where you felt like you messed up, I’d start with this:

You are not broken.

You’re not lazy, even if it takes everything in you to start things. You’re not rude, even if you interrupt or wander off mid-conversation. You’re not weird.. okay, maybe you are a little, but that weirdness is your magic!!

I know how confusing it is to watch other people do life with what looks like ease. How they get up, get dressed, remember everything, say the right things, and don’t seem to need a nap after a trip to the supermarket. It’s not because you’re failing. It’s because they’re not fighting their brain every step of the way… and you are. You always were. And still, you kept going.

You didn’t know the words: autism, ADHD, sensory overload, executive dysfunction. You just knew something about the way you processed the world didn’t match what was expected of you. It all seemed so easy for others! And when people don’t understand something, they label it. They called you difficult. Dramatic. Moody. Too much. Or worse…. lazy.

But now I know the truth. You were never lazy. You were navigating a world that wasn’t built for your brain, and you were doing it without a sat nav.

Here’s what I want you to know:

The things that made you feel like an outsider are the same things that make you deeply empathetic, wildly creative, and incredibly resilient. The way you felt everything so deeply? That becomes a strength. That feeling of not belonging? One day, you’ll find your people. And you’ll belong to yourself first.

You’ll stop trying so hard to be “normal,” because you’ll realise that your normal is valid. You’ll build a life that fits you, not the other way around.

And maybe most importantly, you’ll forgive yourself. For all the things you didn’t understand. For all the times you thought it was your fault. For every moment you tried to shrink yourself to make others comfortable.

You deserved kindness then. You deserve it now.

With love,

The Future You (who finally gets it)

04/05/2025

adhd, autism, executive dysfunction, family, late diagnosis, letter, masking, neurodivergent, RSD
Finding My Focus: The Start of My ADHD Medication Journey

In the next few weeks, I’m starting something I’ve been waiting a long time for: ADHD medication titration. And honestly? I’m so excited I can barely sit still (though that might be the usual ADHD).

For those unfamiliar with the term, titration is the process of finding the right type and dose of medication that works best for your brain. It’s not a one-and-done thing, it’s a slow and steady process of trying, adjusting, and checking in with your doctor to see how your body and brain respond.

Think of it like tuning a radio. You’re trying to find the clearest station! Your brain’s best “frequency” if you like, where things finally start to click.

Why This Matters So Much to Me

Living with ADHD, especially being diagnosed later in life, has been a whirlwind of “aha” moments and “oh wow, that explains a lot.” But even with all the self-awareness, strategies, and support, there are still days when I feel like I’m trying to juggle flaming swords while riding a unicycle. On a tightrope. In a windstorm. Literally!

I’m doing the work. I’m learning the tools. And now, I’m ready to add one more piece to the puzzle: medication.

This doesn’t mean I think meds are a magic fix. They’re not. But they really can help level the playing field, so I can use all the strategies I’ve worked so hard to build without constantly fighting against my own brain.

What I’m Hoping For

A little more calm in the chaos. A little more follow-through on the ideas I’m passionate about. A little more peace in the quiet moments And maybe, just maybe, the ability to finish a task without being lured away by 12 others.

I know the journey might not be smooth. There might be side effects, adjustments, frustration. But I’m going in with hope, curiosity, and the support of a doctor who understands and my little family!

Sharing This Because…

ADHD can be invisible. And so many of us walk around wondering why things feel harder than they should, until one day, the pieces start to fall into place. If you’re on this journey too, whether you’re considering meds, trying them, or even deciding against them…. I see you!

Every ADHD brain is different. Every path is valid. And every step toward understanding yourself better is worth celebrating.

So here’s to Day One of titration.

Here’s to science, support, and second chances.

And here’s to the possibility that things might get just a little easier.

02/05/2025

adhd, executive dysfunction, family, late diagnosis, masking, medication, neurodivergent, RSD, titration
Breaking Free: Healing After a Lifetime with Narcissistic Family Members

For over 40 years, I tried to be good enough.

Good enough to be loved, accepted, and maybe one day finally seen. But when your family is full of narcissistic personalities, that day never comes. No matter how hard you try, how much you bend, shrink, or twist yourself into a version you think they’ll be proud of… it’s never enough.

And worse, you’re often made to feel like an embarrassment just for existing the way you are.

But with narcissistic family members, the rules constantly change. One day you’re too much. The next, you’re not enough. You become so consumed with trying to fit the mold that you lose sight of who you are.

It took me decades to see the cycle for what it was: emotional manipulation, control, and a complete disregard for my boundaries or well-being. And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it.

The breaking point came slowly, then all at once. A collection of moments where I realized my mental health was deteriorating not because I was weak, but because I was exhausted from trying to earn love from people who withheld it as a weapon. I started to recognize how their voices had become my inner critic. I began to understand that the anxiety, the depression, the constant second-guessing of myself… it wasn’t just me. It was the damage they left behind.

Choosing to step away was terrifying. I wrestled with guilt and shame. Society tells us family is everything, but what happens when your family is the source of your deepest pain?

What happens is this: you survive. You heal. You finally get to exhale.

Since creating distance emotionally and physically my world has changed. I no longer live in constant fear of judgment. I don’t walk on eggshells, anticipating the next passive-aggressive jab or silent treatment. I’m learning to trust myself again. To see my worth outside of what they tried to convince me I was.

Healing hasn’t been linear. Some days still hurt. Also throw the joy of ADHD and over thinking everything. But now I understand that breaking free wasn’t selfish it was necessary. It was the only way to start reclaiming my peace. I so desperately needed that peace.

If you’ve been made to feel like you’re never enough, I want you to know something: you are not the problem. You are not an embarrassment. You are not too sensitive, too emotional, too anything. You’ve been surviving in an environment that made you question your value! Stepping away from that isn’t weakness. It’s courage.

It took me 40+ years to stop trying to be “good enough” for them and start being enough for myself. And that’s the best thing I’ve ever done.

Below is a picture I drew in a drawing therapy session. Speaks volumes!

21/04/2025

abuse, adhd, emotionally manipulating, family, gas lighting