57 for me. It came as quite a surprise. (I’ve known my husband has ADHD, untreated, for decades.) I began seeing a new doctor (for me) after decades of being treated for chronic depression and anxiety. I’m on adderall now and feel as though I’m back among the living. I’m capable of feeling happy. No “crash” but I go back to chronic D the day I don’t take A.
I have some small regret over the lost time but am mostly so happy to have arrived at a diagnosis. I remember how extraordinarily hard it was for me to work outside the home AND raise our children. But I gave my best to my kids because they were my #1 priority. I’d never loved anyone more. They’ve not complained about anything from those years and reminisce about happy memories so I guess I/we did OK. Children will accept so much as Normal. lol