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Getting Diagnosed with ADHD Changed Everything and Nothing

The doctor said she knew in the first five minutes. In eighteen years of schooling and thirty-nine years on the planet, no one else had ever noticed.

This is Late Bloomer, a column by Carla Ciccone on being diagnosed with ADHD in adulthood.


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