I was diagnosed a year ago and I’m over 40.

I have somehow gotten by by masking (which can lead to a burnout), and various survival mechanisms I had developed in order to cope (such as writing everything down, and having a husband who is my executive function director).

I was able to reference this book once at work.

I was working as a triage nurse and a middle aged lady presents symptoms of upper stomach ache. She said she’d had this symptom before and it turned out to be a heart attack. The (male) doctor had told her that women’s symptoms of MI often present “atypically”.

I said something along the lines of “atypically, what a strange way to say it when we’re half the world’s population”.

She gave me the kindest sisterhood looks I’ve ever received from a stranger.

I loved both. Death In Her Hands, not so much.