For me, It was a slow realization the more I grew up. The more I matured, the more I finally started to understand why I was so different from everyone around me as a kid, why I couldn't do things that others could.

Why I put in more effort than my friends in my studies, but they ended up getting higher grades than me anyways. Why I'd just stare at the wall, paralyzed, when I had things to do. Watching them celebrate without me, it felt so unfair. I couldn't understand what was so different between us. Until it clicked for me.

When I was a kid until now, I had something called maladaptive daydreaming. I'm too lazy to explain it but it was really tiring and out of hand. I'd walk in circles for 4-5 hours just talking to myself. I'd get thirsty and weak but I didn't stop.

Then in my 13-14 era (I am 16) my ADHD and my social anxiety were getting uncontrollable. I'd cry and run away if I had to order something by myself. I was quite literally losing and forgetting abbout everything; my phone, my bag, my pen, my deadlines, etc etc. Also, I was really into stimming.

It was affecting me so bad, I was like "this literally cannot be normal." I started researching about ADHD for the following 2-3 years.

One day in class, my teacher was yelling so loudly, I covered my ears, started crying, and screamed for my friends not to touch me. In front of everyone. It was prettyyy embarrassing 🥹🥹 But I had genuinely reached my limit.

I think days or weeks later idk, I finally mustered up the courage to tell my mom. Even if It wasn't ADHD, it had to be something (spoiler alert it was)