(An opinion piece. Like most of my writing.)

ADHD has been a quiet theme in my life for over two decades. It’s always been there on the edges, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, but over the past ten years, it’s crept into the centre.

First, through being a child of neurodivergence. Then parenting neurodivergence. And eventually, through my own diagnosis. Which, if I’m honest, didn’t come as much of a surprise.

At the time, it felt like relief. A neat box for all the things that didn’t quite make sense. But lately, I’ve been circling back.

Here’s the question that’s been keeping me company (and potentially controversial too?):

What if this surge in late-diagnosed ADHD in women isn’t really ADHD at all... but perimenopause?