I think it's the second guessing of myself that gets me down the most. I can 100%, wholeheartedly identity with what you're feeling when you wonder if it's really real and perhaps "I'm just not trying hard enough".

I personally don't tell very many people. I've told a total of 5 people and that includes my husband and my mother. But even if I sideways mention it to someone who I haven't really told yet, the familiar "oh, so you've self diagnosed?" can seriously sting. Oh, or I LOVE the "yeah the weather always gets me down too"... or other things to that effect. Or "oh yeah... I have those kind of A.D.D. days all the time too!"

(I apologize... my temper is quite touchy at the moment.)

All of that said, I've felt the sting of both. And if anything, the sting of caring too much hurts at least a bit less. So I'd take that.