Like many people with ADHD, I wasn’t diagnosed until I was a grown adult. There I was, out in the world: setting several dozen alarms in my phone to remind me to clean; leaving the supermarket without the one thing I went there for; replying to emails in the first 30 seconds or never. Every day I looked at my list of tasks and thought, yes, that seems doable. And every day I found myself knee-deep in the etymology of ‘binomial nomenclature’, at which I had arrived because of an urgent need to remind myself of the relationship of Richard III to Richard ‘Warwick the Kingmaker’ Neville, via, by the way, a man called Władysław I Łokietek, who was the King of Poland from 1320 to 1333 and known as ‘the Elbow-high’ (an epithet, like ‘the Kingmaker’ (what would mine be? Is there a word like ‘inebriated’ but for eating all the chocolate you had bought for the entire week? I had a brief debate on Twitter earlier about whether UK or Australian chocolate is better—the latter needs more stabilising agents (like soy lecithin, which, by the way, is reported to dampen psychological distress[1] and anxiety (both symptoms of developmental disorders like ADHD which

Oh yes, I see