“My ADHD Brain Can Manage a Trauma Bay. But Not a Tuesday.”
Each shift begins the same way: I eyeball my patients, assess the severity of their cases, and decide who needs me first. In bed five, a four-year-old boy has hives climbing all over his neck. He says his throat feels funny and is becoming short of breath.
He’s number one, of course.
Place IV. Push medication. Wait. Eventually the redness fades. His mother finally takes a deep breath.
OK, who’s next? Bed six. A man with a kidney stone is writhing in pain. IV fluids, pain medication, Flomax.
Another patient comes through the door clutching his chest. A heart attack. Suddenly we’re moving fast, prepping him for the cardiac catheterization lab.
I loved my time in the emergency department. I loved the focused concentration it took to keep several urgent situations moving at once, and the strange calm that came over me when everything was in chaos.
I loved holding a frightened person’s hand, reading a face, staying when someone needed another human to simply stay. I even received an award for patient- and family-centered care.
At work, I could manage a trauma bay. But at home, I could scarcely manage a Tuesday.
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My mailbox was so full that the letter carrier kindly asked me to empty it so she could keep delivering my mail. Most mornings involved three trips back into the house for something I’d forgotten. Dates, phone numbers, appointments, paperwork — ordinary life seemed harder for me than an emergency department full of sick people.
I never understood the contradiction.
Then one morning, a younger nurse I worked with asked me a question that changed everything. I had jokingly blamed a mistake on “my ADHD.” He replied, “You have ADHD? So do I. What medication do you take?”
I thought to myself: Could I really have ADHD? And more unsettling, could I admit it to myself?
Calm Under Pressure Is My Default
After I was diagnosed with ADHD at age 57, I told a woman I knew. Her immediate response was, “And you’re a nurse with ADHD?” The implication was obvious. How could someone with ADHD possibly be trusted with that kind of responsibility?
At the time, I was still trying to integrate the diagnosis into my understanding of myself. Saying it aloud felt vulnerable. Her reaction shut that door quickly.
[Read: “You Couldn’t Possibly Have ADHD!”]
But the diagnosis was real. Once I began medication and cognitive behavioral therapy, I felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. For the first time, I understood that my difficulties weren’t evidence that I was careless, lazy, flaky, or incapable. My brain simply worked differently.
The emergency department had given my brain exactly what it loved: urgency, novelty, movement, and demands for my full attention. But everyday life — with its delayed consequences, repetitive tasks, paperwork, calendars, mail, and a hundred small things competing for attention without any of them screaming, “Do this now!”— was far more difficult to manage.
ADHD Does Not Determine My Competence
The more I understood my brain, the more I started building days that ran more like my work shifts. Three things helped the most:
- Nothing lives in my head. An appointment goes into my calendar the moment it is set, not later, like when I get into my car. (Because I will not do it when I get to the car.) If it isn’t in the calendar, it does not exist.
- One landing spot. Keys, badge, wallet, and glasses go into the same bowl by the door, every time. This step matters most when I’m rushing, which is exactly when I want to skip this step.
The emotional part of the diagnosis has taken longer to manage. I grieve when I look back at all the years I had misunderstood myself.
Nowadays I work in the cardiac catheterization lab, the place we rush heart attack patients to.
Still urgent, still fast, still the kind of room where my attention does exactly what I need it to do.
Several years after my diagnosis, I’m beginning to understand something much simpler: Other people’s assumptions about ADHD do not determine my competence.
I am an accomplished woman and an experienced nurse. I can manage a trauma bay. And yes, I may still struggle to manage a Tuesday. Both things are true. Neither cancels out the other.
Calm Under Pressure with ADHD: Next Steps
- Read: How Hyperfocus Helps in an Emergency
- Read: “I’m a U.S. Army Aviator — and I Have ADHD and Anxiety.”
- Read: “But I Went to Law School! I Couldn’t Possibly Have… Oh.”
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