I was diagnosed at around 6 years old. Everyone from family to friends to work colleges don't seem to really understand what it means, even when it's plainly explained to them.
I say I can't concentrate and people are like "yeah that happens to me too, I just get over it." and then get frustrated that I can't just choose what to focus on. Like, buddy, I just told you. Do you think I'm making shit up? Do you think I enjoy this? Do you really think this self-help book telling me to drink kombucha is really going to 'cure' me?
I'm not a damn disease.
Oh hey! I'm an inattentive adult-diagnosed ciswoman too. (In hindsight, was hyper as a kid, though.)
I feel like my parents selectively believe me. Or believe in the disorder, but not the medically-recommended treatment. Like, if they're being judgy about me smoking weed or spending my money on something they consider frivolous, then I have this very real and serious problem that compels me to substance abuse and bad financial discipline. (I don't and have never had problems with either.) But meanwhile, I totally don't need medication and would be fine if I just read {current trendy neolib productivity grifter book}, took an omega 3 supplement and learned some good old-fashioned self discipline. Maybe yoga too, depending on when last my mom came across one of those awful "I have (probably self-diagnosed) ADHD and I'm treating it with downward dogs not pills!" accounts on Twitter.