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I went to a psychologist to get myself evaluated for dyslexia and ADHD. Based on what I told her about the challenges I have been facing, she said that I have dyslexia and ADHD.
For the assessment, all she did was ask me about the difficulties I experience and then ask me to write an essay on any topic. Based on this, she concluded that I have dyslexia. She also said that since I have already completed my academics successfully, there is no need for me to get an official label or certificate. Instead, she wants to help me develop coping mechanisms to manage the challenges I face at work.

I want to be sure that she has assessed me correctly and that she is not simply giving me this diagnosis for financial reasons. During my school years, I did struggle with learning and reading, so I feel that my foundational skills are quite weak.

During my teenage years, I went through many hardships while living in a highly dysfunctional family. My mother suffered from schizophrenia, which led to unpredictable behavior, emotional instability, and verbal abuse. Later, I developed panic attacks and an anxiety disorder, and I still struggle with sleep.

About a month ago, I decided to begin EMDR therapy. However, after a month, I do not see any noticeable improvement in my trauma symptoms. This has even made me question whether I have any trauma at all.

My therapist has suggested some breathing and grounding techniques, which seem to help to some extent. She mentioned that I need to learn how to connect with my body before moving further in the therapy process.

In addition, I experienced sexual abuse when I was younger, but I have not told my therapist about it yet. Do you think I should share this with her?

I would appreciate your thoughts and suggestions on whether my expectations about EMDR are realistic and whether it is normal not to notice significant changes after the first month of therapy.

He was 8 and a half years old. That's 8 and a half years of memories. While he was here, I felt love, irritation, anger, and fear. Today, I feel only one emotion: love. A big, overwhelming love.
I underestimated what life without him would be like. I knew it would be difficult, but this difficult? Never.
For the past 42 hours, all I've wanted is him. My eyes keep looking for him, and my ears keep searching for the sound of his voice and his footsteps. I miss him sitting beside me and looking straight into my eyes. My hands want to touch him and rfeel him again.
It's so hard.

The things he used to do that irritated me the most are now the things I would give anything to see one more time.

The pain is overwhelming. I didn't see it coming, but my life feels empty without him.