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First of all, yes, to the childhood, sooo much yes.
I finally got diagnosed at 36 when I, after homeschooling my kid through ONE MONTH of Covid went, "Holy shit this kid has ADHD." Cuz she was trying to pay attention, and I could see that she was, her brain would just drift off somewhere else... Anyway. One month, lightbulb, diagnosis, medication. Meanwhile I was literally homeschooled my entire childhood and my parents missed it.
Her diagnosis lead to mine, and at 36 there I am telling my mom that I've been diagnosed, annnnd she basically reacted like I had decided to dye my hair a different color. Like it was just a fun new fact to know about me.
I don't know why I was expecting more, I don't know why I was expecting her to react the way I would have if I'd found out I failed my kid that hard... Man that stung.
After 30 there aren’t many mysteries about yourself so it feels huge to have this new thing you’re excited about just shrugged at. Mine were like that too but they were less accepting. Did you find a way to celebrate the knowing(tm)?