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So I can't give much on the coping mechanisms - she'll have to figure her own flavor of ADHD and coping mechanisms out, likely by trial and error.
But things that make me feel seen and loved / things that made me feel small and worthless, I can talk about.
My parents actually knew I had ADHD - turns out I got diagnosed as a kid and they did fuck all about it and never mentioned it - and figured the best thing for me was "tough love". I was routinely punished for things they made very clear to me as an adult that they knew were symptoms, and I was acutely aware of just how inconvenient and difficult I was for everyone else in my life. They figured if they let me "deal with the consequences of my own actions", I'd "learn", but all that did was make me feel miserable, worthless, alone, and anxious.
My husband couldn't be more different about it. ADHD is insanely frustrating - for no one more acutely than the sufferer. You spend most of your life actively fighting yourself about everything from brushing your teeth to doing your own hobbies. He is incredible about not making it about him, and making it really, REALLY clear that he doesn't love me less because of the ADHD and he couldn't possibly love me more without it. He helps me constantly and without fanfare - I joke he can read my mind because often by the time I get "now where did I put my--" out of my mouth he is placing my missing phone/keys/headphones/water bottle into my hand (it turns out phones don't go on top of the laundry hamper and your wife in the other room will likely want that soon).
While it is clear that my ADHD is our common enemy, it isn't because he feels like it picks fights with him - it is because he chooses to fight it alongside me because it makes me miserable and therefore has chosen violence. He is willing to sit quietly next to me when I need a little more structure, brain storm strategies and priorities for busy weekends, listen to me talk about things he doesn't understand while I sort out my thoughts, never makes me the butt of jokes, and has some incredible problem solving skills when all I remember is that I put something "away" and it isn't actually "AWAY-away" (recent example - I lost my headphones for days, and I could remember I had been sitting at my desk, specifically rolled them up, and put them "away" in that desk, but they weren't there. Or in any other drawer, or under the desk, or my nightstand drawer, or my backpack, or any pockets, or purse -- he walked to my desk, turned 180 degrees and a few feet back to the infrequently used sewing table behind me, opened the "equivalent" drawer, and behold!! Headphones. "I knew it!! It's the same wood as your desk!!" Besides my ADHD apparently, who thinks like that??).
Some of this is implicit, a lot of it is explicit - he reminds me frequently that he's not upset with me, asks how he can help, and jumps in immediately. For me, the most important part of all of it is his attitude - he doesn't make a big deal out of it, he stays positive, he's reassuring, he's involved, and he's never resentful. For me, we are confident that short of some medical breakthrough I will never really be as functional or happy independently as I can be with someone else providing external support, structure, and executive function, but he's verbally and cheerfully told me he's ready to be my Tactical Support Husband for the rest of my life.
I make his favorite desserts a lot.
Feeling this very hard. It took me a few decades to find a partner like that. Very happy you have one.