Facebook’s AI Led to My ADHD Diagnosis

It’s scary, gratifying, fascinating, and liberating simultaneously!

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I have known I am a little weird since I was a little kid. In conversations with myself or with well-wishers I trust, I have called myself “abnormal” on many occasions.

Whether it’s talking too much (or loudly), interrupting others, drumming on the table (or being fidgety in general), being messy or late, wearing the wrong uniform to school on a Friday, forgetting my work laptop, or having heated debates with teachers and bosses — I’ve often given “normal” people enough reasons to call me a weirdo, eccentric and a loose cannon.

Before we go further with the story, my apologies if you find my choice of certain adjectives offensive or inappropriate. Until I had recently stumbled upon and , “normal” and “abnormal” were the only qualifiers I could use to describe myself and the people around me.

As the title suggests, I have recently been diagnosed with . I am 36 now. And no, I wasn’t diagnosed as a child. Until the age of 35, I didn’t even know what was.

My recent diagnosis has not only educated me about the condition and its treatment options (and introduced me to fancy terms like and ), but it has also…