I've always had a love/hate relationship with my ADHD; I truly see it as a gift and a curse. Like a form of Übermensch or Superman/woman, I believe it can give those of us who have it certain advantages over others to varying degrees: the ability to hyper-focus and absorb tons of information, heightened senses, the endless energy and creativity, a proneness to "iconoclastic individualism" and "not giving a fuck" which frees us of adhering to stifling social conventions, etc.... And whereas the average person may not possess Superman's gifts, they also don't possess his fatal intolerance of "kryptonite," or in my case, a complete and utter aversion to boredom that renders me hollow and restless (despondent and/or distracted).
Innately, I favor and crave an ample amount of structure, order, tidiness, punctuality, decisiveness, planning and responsibility that, at tumultuous and turbulent times throughout my life, has been completely hijacked and sabotaged by my ADHD. The way I now see it (thanks to my relatively new found appreciation of typology), my ADHD desperately wants me to be an XNTP. lol I didn't receive a formal diagnosis until adulthood and so between my own willpower and a hard ass ESTJ father growing up, I developed coping mechanisms that allowed me to more often than not, maintain my "INTJness" and be everything in which I was so naturally inclined. I'm an aesthete with a preference for severe, clinical minimalism and cleared, open spaces in my external environment because it facilitates my often indulgent, zoned out retreats into Ni. But the more cluttered my head becomes with rampant, incessant, ADHD fueled thoughts and chatter, my personal space slowly begins to reflect this through degrees of chaos and disorder and it drives me fucking crazy. I must be the master of my domain and the master demands order! lol
My ADHD tends to become unmanageable for me particularly in times of a great and enduring stress and that's when I've often found it helpful to resort to medicine--it allows me to become more of myself. Though the nature and condition of the authentic self and what constitutes it can be argued, I personally believe that while ADHD is a part of me, it is nonetheless a disorder, an anomaly, and does not embody me in fullness and totality.