First off, I kind of want to make this a general thread, like Adventures in Depression or the Walk-In Freezer, so even though the first post is about me, don't hesitate to post with your own questions or experiences. So, after some recent experiments with methylphenidate (Ritalin) that went WAY better than expected, I've had to consider the possibility that my psychiatrist might not be full of shit. I thought depression and possible-autism together accounted for the problems I've faced for a long time. But it's kind of futile to draw a bright line between autism and ADHD given how often they're comorbid and how many traits they share. Whether it was a red herring or not, I guess it stopped people from looking deeper. Plus, now a bunch of events from my childhood and young adulthood are falling into place. The thing where I zone out halfway through a conversation, can't easily focus on things that don't interest me (and hyperfocus on things that do), and have a lot of trouble task-switching? That's been there the whole time. The recent increase in executive dysfunction isn't just the inertia of depression, it's the heavier college workload plus having to do my own cooking and laundry. I went undiagnosed for so long probably because I was smart and quiet, plus schoolwork often interested me on its own (except for the subjects where my poor performance baffled my parents and teachers, and I learned to avoid because of the specter of failure). I can't even describe the weight this has lifted off my shoulders. On some level, I believed executive dysfunction was a failing on my part, lack of willpower or laziness or something. The last month has shown me almost beyond doubt that there is something chemically wrong with my brain and that it is treatable. Medication gives me control of a faculty I didn't even know was there.