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Get that money, girl! Part 1: Challenges upon challenges

Financial strategies for women with ADHD

One of the challenges of living with ADHD is a persistent lack of consistency. This inconsistency may stem from impulsivity, executive dysfunction, memory issues, and/or a combination of these factors.

When it comes to managing finances, that inconsistency can create layers of difficulty. Below, I share a few ways that this inconsistency has played out in my life.

1) Job performance inconsistency

I’ve always been a strong performer at work – kind of. 

I start out feeling good and often receive glowing praise, but inside I find myself overwhelmed by any additional duties or social interactions, or I fall apart for a few days and call out sick and then have to make excuses to cover. 

Add to that the fact that most days my self-esteem is pretty low. Despite a rational awareness of this, it has been very difficult to improve because the self-doubt is actually rooted in a rational awareness that I am inconsistent: in knowing that while I might be strong and sharp today, tomorrow I might wake up with brain fog.

Finally, the chef’s kiss, as I begin to let myself down, I remember that oh yeah, it’s because I suck (self-talk improvement is on my to-do list), so then I assume that others think that too. And then I begin to attribute their words and behaviors to what I believe is their negative perception of me, which becomes confusing to them because they apparently had a positive (or at least neutral) perception of me. Because they don’t know I suck. Welcome to the roller coaster.

I’d love to spare myself and employers the trouble of the above described cycle, but I still have to pay the bills, so therefore I have to show up and pretend to be unaware of all of this until the day when I just can’t take all the noise in my head anymore…and I leave the job.

It’s hard to keep earning more and more when you keep quitting your entry level job to start other entry level jobs.

(Of course, I am working on setting more realistic expectations for myself in the first place and finding better management strategies, so that I can overcome the noise without leaving the job.)

2) Forgetting strategies that have worked in the past, or having to relearn strategies and skills repeatedly

Self-explanatory, I think, for many people with ADHD. 

Totally baffling to any person without ADHD. 

I’ll master a skill or a philosophy for a while, and then one day find myself struggling. I’ll start to investigate and implement solutions, and often find that I’m just relearning something I used to know, the evidence for that being that I’ll come across some old files or notes, or someone will remind me of a conversation I once had on the topic. 

3) Impulsive life changes

Case in point:

I finally had a nice retirement account going. I even had one or two investments outside of the retirement account.

Then, my roommate wanted his brother to move in, so I decided it was finally my opportunity to pursue buying a house. 

Once I was in the house, an old house with plenty of problems, I promptly became overwhelmed by all of the repairs needed and aesthetic flourishes wanted. 

Bye bye retirement fund, but that’s not all. Hello crippling credit card and personal loan debt, in the space of just three years. 

4) Sugar addiction

Or whatever your addiction of choice is. 

In addition to all of these more major things that make it difficult to perform financially, there is also the simple fact that I like to buy little snacks to make myself feel better, and all of those little snacks or coffees add up to a lot of money.

But, I got off easy. There are many people with ADHD whose little treats and addictions are real addictions, whether it be alcohol, other drugs, or gambling, which makes all the other struggles exponentially more difficult.

Moving on

Whew! That was a rough assessment of how ADHD had impacted my financial performance in various less than obvious ways.

And in my case, I was considered ā€œsmartā€ as a child and young adult, which means these challenges don’t make sense to many people around me (and sometimes not to me either). 

I had a high ACT score, I was a straight A student, I was on the Dean’s List in college, but as any seasoned adult knows, particularly those who fall in the so-called neurodivergent category, none of that means squat in ā€œthe real worldā€.

Let’s pivot to solutions. 

What can the ADHD woman do to improve her financial performance? In my follow-up posts, I am going to include some tips from my own experience, as well as look to see what others have to say on the topic.

Note: I am speaking to women with ADHD on this topic simply because there is already a lot of variety in terms of how ADHD can manifest. There are additional big differences between the male ADHD experience and the female ADHD experience, not to mention the variations possible when you factor in other gender identities.

No matter who you are, if you find something worthwhile or helpful in these posts, then yay! And welcome! But I’m going to generally speak to women in order to maintain a somewhat manageable topic focus.

Read Part 2: Tips that make sense here.

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Whatever happened to Nina?

ā€œThey always ask me, whatever happened to Nina?ā€ she says. I can’t read her poker face. Does she ask that too? Was she embarrassed to have been friends with me? Is she genuinely concerned? Was I overthinking it (again)?

The conversation happened in a coffee shop maybe two to three years after we met, but probably six or seven years ago now. 

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I showed up with some ā€œcrazyā€ story to tell, and she was telling me about her job, her sister, her friends. I couldn’t see the difference between us and to be honest, sometimes I still can’t. True, I hadn’t pursued any of the things I had loudly expressed interest in, and I kept having ridiculous relationships, and hapless vehicle repair misadventures, and dramas about finding new apartments.

And yes, I was just taking class after class after class, collecting more college credits than anyone needs, when my peers were graduating and starting careers. I thought, well, that is just life. Sometimes you end up in weird places. Sometimes you get stuck in a loop.

These were the kinds of situations that spelled the end of friendships over and over again in my twenties, though. I was starting to catch on, and get defensive.

There was something about me that people found puzzling. Something that didn’t add up. 

I wanted to reply flippantly, just tell them I died! I had already backed way off on my social media presence anyway, and had started to give up on maintaining the illusion of progress in life (as I understood the concept at the time).

Instead, I think I said something lackluster like, I went nowhere or I’m just here. 

The question of what happened to Nina holds very little emotional weight for me now, but for a long time it burned and burned and burned in my mind. I couldn’t figure out what was ā€œwrongā€ with me? How was I different?

I think the question came to represent the thing I couldn’t name, the thing which is being almost fine, almost normal. Why are you making such a big deal about everything, anyway? Everyone struggles, everyone goes through rough patches.

Yes, but still. Something felt off. I quietly reconciled myself to a life of being secretly broken. Maybe I seemed fine enough on the outside, but I knew the truth. I knew I needed to stay in my little box or bad things would happen.

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That question doesn’t haunt me anymore, and I don’t think I’m hiding in a box now (though everything in my life feels crazy again, and sometimes I do fantasize about crawling back in the box).

I also feel very little now about all the friendships that I couldn’t maintain. Maybe that’s the medication finally giving me some peace from the endless blooper reel, but I think there is also a distance between me and the young woman I was once. 

She was valiantly masking (a term she did not know then), trying to cultivate both a professional persona, and a fun, social one. She was sure she just hadn’t met the right people yet. She kept trying and succeeding in making friends and having adventures, but it always fell apart. She Googled things like how to make friends, how to look normal, and followed the tips. For a while, she even had some success asking herself, “how would someone who was loved and supported react?” and then trying to behave accordingly.

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That young woman also had a bit of an alcohol problem for a while, but that’s a different story. I don’t recognize myself in her anymore.

So what has changed? And what was the big mystery?

ADHD. It’s ADHD. And anxiety and AuDHD, and whatever else. It’s a big basket of officially diagnosed weird. It’s neurodivergence. 

I could end this with a Hallmark style declaration of how lovely it is to be wired just a little differently. And for all of you young ones, it absolutely is. Most days (now, anyway) I would not trade any of it.

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But I guess I’ll end with this:

Whatever happened to Nina? Not a damn thing! An older version of her is still out here scheming and dreaming and she doesn’t have to be defined by the things she didn’t accomplish.

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AI generated image with additional edits by Nina Harper