The ADHD Boy Who Grew Into a Man Who Never Feels Good Enough
You Learn the Wrong Shit Early
I didn’t grow up knowing I had ADHD.
I just grew up knowing I pissed a lot of people off.
I’m a lot quieter now because I mask a lot but for most of my life I was always called too loud.
Or just too much.
And always too scattered.
And definitely too emotional – whether I was pissed, sad, or happy.
Mostly just a lot of “why can’t you just…”
And at the same time I was:
Not focused enough.
Never mature enough.
Usually just not good enough overall.
Nobody had to say it out loud. I felt it.
With every look. Every sigh. And every “what’s wrong with you?”
That’s how ADHD and male shame gets built – brick by brick, in houses we were just trying to grow up in.
Mistakes Turn Into Character Flaws
When you’re a kid with ADHD, messing up isn’t just messing up.
If you forgot something? You were irresponsible.
When you lost something? You were careless.
Interrupting people? You were rude and disrespectful.
I couldn’t focus? You can’t pay attention to anything.
When you feel like you just can’t do anything right, you start hiding.
You mask. And then you lie. And you pretend you’re fine.
All the while you try to guess what version or versions of you will finally be acceptable.
No One Sees the Kid. Just the Chaos.
Maybe your dad wasn’t there – or was there, but cold as hell.
Maybe your mom leaned on you to be her emotional crutch because she didn’t have one.
People grow up different but one thing was for sure – nobody knew what to do with you.
So you became the kid who:
fixed shit that wasn’t yours to fix
held up the image of having it together – while falling apart
got praised for being “so mature,” even though you were just surviving
Your needs didn’t just go unmet. They went invisible.
Shame Isn’t a Phase – It Grows Up With You
You become a man…and the shame tags along like that unwanted kid in the friend group.
Your partner asks for more and all you hear is: You’re failing.
Your boss asks you to get organized and you hear: You’re not smart enough/good enough.
Life gets overwhelming and your brain whispers: You’re never gonna get your shit together, are you?
And what do you do?
Get defensive (me)
Get loud (also me)
Or shut the f*ck down (yup…me too)
It’s not because you’re weak though. It’s because you’ve been running on survival mode since you were six.
That’s what ADHD and male shame looks like from the inside.
You Want to Be Present – But You’re So F*ckin Tired
You’ve spent your whole damn life:
Proving you’re not lazy
Trying to outrun your overthinking brain
Apologizing for how you show up
- Trying to remember how to act
And now?
You’re dying to slow down.
And you want to be a better partner, a better dad, and a better you.
But stillness makes you feel like a failure still.
Like you’re not doing enough.
Like if you stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.
And honestly? There’s a part of you that believes it will anyway.
What Real Healing Actually Looks Like
Let’s cut the shit – I’m fully aware that healing isn’t some 5am-cold-shower-masculinity-bro shit.
I realize it isn’t some productivity hack.
But, as simple as it may seem, it’s just this:
Learning how your brain actually works
Unlearning the bullshit that told you you were broken
Finding support that doesn’t make you feel like a project
If you want to go deeper into why shame sticks so hard for people with ADHD, this piece from ADDitude Magazine is worth your time: ADHD and Shame: The Long Shadow of a Childhood Missed
It unpacks how early misunderstandings turn into lifelong guilt – and how we start to dig our way out.
Final Gut Punch
If this hit something inside you, don’t ignore that shit.
ADHD and male shame feeling personal?
That’s not weakness.
It’s what happens when a sensitive, smart, big-hearted ADHD boy grows up in a world that only rewards the parts of him that aren’t real.
Share this with someone who needs to hear it – a friend, a brother, a dad, your younger self.
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You’re not rubbish and you never were.
You were just carrying weight that was never yours to begin with.
I hate that it took this long but I’m glad you know now.
And it may sound like a corny reminder but remember, there’s still time to live the rest of it differently.
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