Being late diagnosed (a rant)
I have posted about this yesterday but would like to go more in-depth of my experience of being late diagnosed and life as a neurodivergent girl.
I am 20. I grew up with a family who quickly noticed signs of being different yet were advised by multiple people (including therapists) to not get me an official diagnosis as a label would “harm me”. After all, it only harms their reputation.
So i went, behind everyones back, with my own money, to get tested. I felt something was wrong/different and i needed to figure what it was so i would become more of a functional human and young adult. There i was, at 19, having all these consults, and doing all these tests to find answers. And answers i got. ADHD, OCD, dyscalculia,anxiety and depression. I wasn’t crazy after all.
I was made to feel crazy.
I was made to feel like an alien but in the same breath told i was totally normal. It depended on the day.
My world, ironically started crumbling.
I had questions, and i asked them. How is it not possible to have seen this? Why wasn’t anything done to help? Why did i have to handle this all by myself??
I told my parents about it. My dad sometimes forgets but always has empathy.
My mother refuses to accept it. Because that would mean her having to do some self reflection.
I started being nicer to myself, to my mind. I am now able to explain why certain behaviours happen, not to justify myself, but to have empathy.
I was told to not reveal this information. I was told to keep pretending to be normal.
I was told to keep faking it.
Neurotypicals don’t appreciate my existence. Some of them. I generally create an odd feeling in them. Maybe because i dont mask well and i enjoy being myself.
I am not naturally insecure. I am just told what to be ashamed of within my own self.
I been in therapy, healing a lot of stuff that needed to be healed so i have a decent relationship with family.
I mentioned i don’t mask well, but i mask.
I have a very surface level relationship with my mother and her parents. These people don’t know and don’t care to know about me. I am told i will be nobody-and that i should accept this faith-.
Life will always be inconvenient because the world isn’t ready for neurodivergence. But i hope to make it a little less draining every day.
Navigating my 20s and this has been painful and challenging… but a lot of stuff in life is.
Thank you for reading.
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