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