Fighting for all women’s rights in the world

  Maybe you can relate to this: I find my  phone in the fridge  after 20 minutes of searching because I set it there while I was looking for eggs because I decided I should boil some for my salad on my way to start the laundry that I didn’t actually start until hours later because after getting the eggs going, I then remembered I needed to do research for a story, which I did while the eggs overcooked because I forgot to set a timer. This has always been my life. Stopping and starting, forgetting and remembering, sporadic periods of laser-beam focus. But more often, getting distracted by anything and everything that flits through my mind or range of vision. The thing is, no one — least of all me — had any idea until about seven years ago that my real problem was ADHD.   When a friend began discussing her newfound inattentive ADHD diagnosis, I was flabbergasted to find that I had exactly the same symptoms — and exactly the same life difficulties as a result. I had always thought of ADHD