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I’ve been somewhat of a fuck up in life, now doing better but still struggle with things. More details below. (discuss.tchncs.de)

submitted 1 year ago by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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So I was diagnosed with ADHD in my late thirties and before that I was a mess, job to job etc. then got lucky and worked for a company that afforded me the chance to study for my dream job without work pressure.

I am now a software developer and although I went from being the smartest person in the groups I roamed to the dumbest person at work I still have half a foot in my old life of drugs and poor decisions (although the usage has dropped by 95% and I’ve got a good routine and go to bed early).

I feel like a pretentious dick when at a party and someone asks what I do for work, I kinda feel ashamed saying I’m a software developer. Like a fraud I guess.

How to stop this?

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[–] [email protected] 5 points 1 year ago (1 children)

I hope you don't. And I'm sorry.

I lost my best friend in February. It fucking sucks.

He was a big partier. Once he hit his late 30s he ballooned to probably over 300. He took a nap one day and had a heart attack in his little attic room of his friend's house, where he had lived for 10 years. Our big friend group from back in the day is wondering who will go next.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) (1 children)

My comment was supposed to be kind of wink wink tongue in cheek in tone, I'm sure that didn't come across.

I'm sorry for poking at fresh wounds. I lost my best friend too, many years ago. He was only 21, but there's no such thing as "old enough" because life is too short. And there's not enough time in this life to truly move on from something like that. There's nothing else I can say, I just hope you're doing well bud

[–] [email protected] 2 points 1 year ago

Thanks man