Holy moly. I've been up for a week studying for my midterm. I'm in my mid 30's and decided to go back to grad school. Received my master's last year and decided to try for the Ph.D. I've got 2 young children and 3rd on the way and, to be quite honest, I've been so hyper focused on studying for this exam that I have literally locked myself in my office for most of the week.
My problem is that in order for me to stay in the Ph.D program, there are 4 courses I need to get A's in. This is one of them. I was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, then misdiagnosed with bipolar as a teenager. I suppose they mistook the hyperactivity for mania. I gave up on the bipolar medications when I hit 18 because they were obviously not the correct thing for me to be taking.
Now I'm mid-30's and I make awesome money as a software engineer (a socially awkward one, with horrible anxiety) and I just recently got re-diagnosed with ADHD. Why did I care about getting re-diagnosed? I've had a cycle my whole life of obsessing on things. From music to computers to digital signal processing to building things to starting businesses. Whatever my current obsession was, it consumed my world. That's pretty awesome until you have kids and it doesn't stop. Then it's not fair to your wife or your kids.
Anyways, this semester they've been trying me out on Topimax for migraines and Vyvance for ADHD and it's been a freaking roller coaster. I've got a 99% in this class right now but I've spent the past month feeling like a dumb piece of shit for some reason and thinking I'm not cut out for this Ph.D program.
I'm about to go to the school and ask them to forgive my GPA just in case this midterm doesn't go as well as it needs to. I'm 100% sure I've studied 10x harder than any other student in that class and I will likely still get a B.
At one point, I asked my doctor if I could lower my Topimax because of my anxiety and a couple days after lowering it, my brain got into some strange fog for a few days. I ended up blurting out some crap in class trying to impress my professor without thinking about what I was saying and the professor spent the next 2 lectures berating me about it. So- now not only was I *thinking* I was a dumb piece of shit. But now I had a professor reminding me of it.
It's crazy because I feel like I've been gifted with this brain capable of solving these hard problems that a lot of people either can't or won't tackle and yet I can't socialize with a mathematician for shit, usually because I can't control my emotions or anxiety in their presence enough to keep my brain from going blank when numbers come up in conversation.
Somehow, I got myself all the way to this Ph.D program and it wasn't until I got an official diagnosis of ADHD that I started limiting myself. Once I labeled myself with something, I started going backwards.