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ADHD Made Me Bad at Friendship

Undiagnosed ADHD didn’t make me seek out bad friends, but it did distort the ways I saw myself and how I thought friendships should feel.

This isLate Bloomer, a column byCarla Cicconeon her experience of being diagnosed with ADHD in adulthood, and how it made her reevaluate parts of her past.



Carla Ciccone is a writer from Toronto. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Cut, and Bon Appétit.