My decluttering colleague, Sarah Bickers, recently had an article about her, and her diagnosis of ADHD in her later years, published in the Telegraph. She and I chatted briefly on WhatsApp the other day. She said that she was disappointed as she felt the article had been overly negative about the effects of being diagnosed with the condition in your later years.

I was doing a talk at Westcliff Baptist church in Westbourne and one of the ladies in the audience asked me if having a diagnosis helped me. I said that it had. Having spent most of my life thinking I was thick and had the brain of a sieve, I came to realize that my “butterfly” brain was, in fact, a part of ‘me’!    As someone who, as a child, wanted to be a hairdresser, beauty therapist, policewoman, hotel manager, PA, journalist and a nurse, it’s true to say that my ‘brain’ struggled to know what on earth I did want!  LOL.

As I said in my talk, ADHD does not define me, it is an element of me and in my case, I find it quite inspirational. Many that I know who have ADHD are often kind, friendly and creative with a warm and welcoming nature.  I speak with no bias to myself but it’s something I have noted in clients I have met with ADHD.

For any of you who suspect you have ADHD, particularly, those of you who are older and have, like me, spent a lot of their life feeling a bit “different” it’s comforting to know that a diagnosis can free you from the self-torture that many people, women in particular, inflict on themselves.

I recommend who were, in my case, a lifesaver. I suddenly felt so relieved that someone not only heard me but understood me, and in this life, that is very much half of the battle.


With love