I suffer from Agoraphobia. It’s far from as simple as most explanations would have it. Agoraphobia can be summed up by a surfeit of synonyms of the word ‘terror’. Personally, I find agoraphobia utterly impossible to explain to non-sufferers, but I will endeavour to attempt it.

Yes, I have ADHD. I was diagnosed when I was 42. It didn’t surprise me at all; I had suspected it for some time before. It was an article in the Guardian that finally prompted me to speak to my GP, who then referred me to the local ADHD clinic. After a four-hour interview, which felt like an interrogation, I was given a diagnosis of ADD [inattentive sub-type without the ubiquitous hyperactivity] and given a prescription for Methylphenidate [a CNS stimulant].