"I don't know, I..." Noah sighed. "I just can't find the energy anymore. I'm breaking down at random times and I feel like I don't have any friends. Everybody wants to judge, but nobody wants to listen. I feel like nobody believes me. I..." He swallowed. "I think I'm depressed." He said it. The thing his parents didn't want him to say. The thing nobody wanted him to say. It was more than he'd ever said about this to anybody before. He'd looked at the symptom lists, though, taken the tests. He knew he was right.

"Well..." The therapist leaned back in her seat, thinking. "I don't necessarily think that this means you're depressed." Noah's heart sank. Not this again. "Have you ever been tested for ADHD?" He blinked.

"AHDH?" No.

"Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder." No no no.

"Yeah, I- I know what it means, it's just, I don't..." She waited for him to finish. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he struggled to explain yet again. Nobody believed him. Nobody ever believed him. "I-"

He started to speak but she cut him off. "Listen, I'm going to send you the form, okay? And I want you to print it and get it filled out. Do you understand?" Noah's face was burning and he felt a tight knot in his chest. This was humiliating.

"Okay." Even his parents wouldn't have made that mistake. There was no way he had ADHD, he didn't match a single symptom. Still, he was past the point of being able to argue with the therapist. After all, she'd just told him what everyone else did. He couldn't collect himself enough to explain. Now, he just wanted to get it over with.

"Alright, I believe that's all of our time for today." She smiled at him. "I'll email you the form sometime today. Get it filled out as quickly as you can." Noah stood up stiffly, offering a strained smile. He shut the door and walked through the huge building, fighting to keep his emotions contained. All his life, he'd been called 'sensitive' and 'shy,' as if that explained everything he was going through. He was so, so tired of being misdiagnosed and talked over. He just wanted one person to listen, just one person to get it right.

He got into his car and slammed the door, finally letting himself break down. He'd finally found the courage to talk to a real therapist, and it hadn't made any difference. No matter what he said or did, nobody would believe him. Nobody would listen. They never did.