Dude, I find this very relatable. I am not diagnosed but have had strong suspicions for years. I have been able to focus for the entirety of the game, and even focused and fully knowing that the game was going to gaslight me I have second-guessed myself.
I actually had to log in to comment on this and it has been another ride:
I'm using another browser so my password isn't saved, so I have to guess what password and email I used for the account, after trying a few times I think I got it but I actually missed the Captcha so have to do it again... "wait, what password was it?" "ah, yes..." It's wrong.
I open the other browser to skip the log in part but I actually didn't save the password so I'm back to square one. I so I am guessing again until I remember I didn't use an email, probably, I have to put an username, which one? Ah, yes... But it sends me an email to verify the login so I remember to do this in the other browser, but I also close Photoshop because it's a long story but I actually googled Itch.io looking for another game that somehow related to me using Photoshop to take notes, I think.
Still with me? Read it all over again if you need to, I know I did.
So after that I look at the first browser and realize that I have tabs I am not using because I was looking for translations for a reason I can't remember. Now, finally, the email: what account was it on? I guess first try and find the code on top of the mailbox, which is full of mail I will never open. So now I can log in to finally write quick comment on how I related to this but now I am self-aware of what just happened because I think I remember a game I played 30 seconds ago so I also decide to write this comment and half-way to the first paragraph I think I am forgetting what just happened so half this shit is made up and/or not in chronological order. Suddenly I stop writing...
"What am I doing and why?-" Do I actually recall that moment or is it just me now as I write this thinking of it?
At some point I decided I was telling the story of a 30 second period that is now going to have a meta-commentary on ADHD with an unreliable narrator that is me, the very real person writing.
Literally as I wrote that last paragraph my grandma entered the house and it is her birthday so when I went to greet her I very (not) subtly showed that I forgotten that it was, in fact, her birthday. When it had been mentioned by my parents right before they left the house: about half an hour ago, or maybe more when I started typing this comment thinking it was going to take a minute maybe-.
I look at the text. Wonder what the fuck this was an press "Post Comm
Edit: I actually edited the text because it was full of mistakes, and it probably still is. But I don't care anymore.