So after letters and forms, and a very long chat with a very nice man with a very expensive couch and an eye watering hourly rate I finally have an answer to that often asked question “What the hell is wrong with you?!”.

It was mostly me asking the question but I am sure others were thinking it, often. The answer of course was it was ADHD all along.

I suspect the main person this is coming as a shock to is me. It certainly isn’t to my ex-wife who laid my legion of failings bare in a possible unnecessary detail in a letter for the psychiatrist. I haven’t read it but I can tell from the way the doctor spoke it has probably caused me psychic damage on every world in the multiverse. It was very sweet of her to do it to help me out, but I am still not going to ask what she wrote.

So I have been sent on my way with a doctors note for a bag of magic beans and a follow up appointment in five weeks to see how the beans are making me feel.

I am still processing at the moment, and suspect I will be for a while as I view past events through the goggles of a formal diagnosis.

Those goggles may also involve googles…