There’s also a certain amount of grief and indignation that goes along with a late diagnosis. Suddenly, you as an adult have tools and/or medication to manage your life, in ways you never did before. When you get your diagnosis and start receiving help, things suddenly get easier.
And the grief happens when you look back at your entire life before then, and realize how much easier it would have been if you had been given those tools from the start. School probably would have been much easier, your life would probably be way more on track, relationships might not have ended the way they did, jobs wouldn’t have been such a constant struggle, etc…
Why didn’t a single teacher ever tell your parents to get you checked? Surely they had noticed the signs, right? Or if they did and your parents brushed it off, why the hell did they feel like they knew better? Were they afraid to admit that something was wrong? Were they boomers with the “if I ignore this medical problem, it’s not a problem” mentality? Why the hell wouldn’t they want you to be prepared for life? They forced you to put in all this extra effort this whole time, for absolutely no reason? You could have been living instead of struggling to finish your homework until 11 at night.
All of the small daily “why the fuck is this so difficult” traumas you have built up throughout the course of your life suddenly coalesce, when you realize that they could have been completely avoided, or that you could have had the tools to help manage the things that were giving you trouble.
This is something ive been struggling with. I cant tell if its cptsd or my adhd which i have diagnosed or if i have autism. Or any combination thereof. I really dont feel comfortable with large crowds and like having things particular but then i also cant keep things clean and my brain goes a million miles an hour.
Ultimately, does a particular diagnosis or set of diagnoses matter?
Some are fixable, some are manageable, some “it is what is it”. I think if I can get a good grip on what’s going on, I could do a better job sorting it out. I have made some improvement with an assume all of the above approach as CBT is a overlapping treatment for all, but I would at least like to know I’m going in the right direction. Any online testing I tried shows trauma for sure, but the others may or may not be an issue, but that overlap makes it hard to figure out.
Don’t forget trauma, can’t tell what the hell is going on with me because the symptoms for the 3 overlap a lot. All 3 fit while all 3 don’t fit.
There’s also a certain amount of grief and indignation that goes along with a late diagnosis. Suddenly, you as an adult have tools and/or medication to manage your life, in ways you never did before. When you get your diagnosis and start receiving help, things suddenly get easier.
And the grief happens when you look back at your entire life before then, and realize how much easier it would have been if you had been given those tools from the start. School probably would have been much easier, your life would probably be way more on track, relationships might not have ended the way they did, jobs wouldn’t have been such a constant struggle, etc…
Why didn’t a single teacher ever tell your parents to get you checked? Surely they had noticed the signs, right? Or if they did and your parents brushed it off, why the hell did they feel like they knew better? Were they afraid to admit that something was wrong? Were they boomers with the “if I ignore this medical problem, it’s not a problem” mentality? Why the hell wouldn’t they want you to be prepared for life? They forced you to put in all this extra effort this whole time, for absolutely no reason? You could have been living instead of struggling to finish your homework until 11 at night.
All of the small daily “why the fuck is this so difficult” traumas you have built up throughout the course of your life suddenly coalesce, when you realize that they could have been completely avoided, or that you could have had the tools to help manage the things that were giving you trouble.
I think I moved past drinking with my demons at this point in life, but I get it. Can’t help but wonder the what ifs.
This is something ive been struggling with. I cant tell if its cptsd or my adhd which i have diagnosed or if i have autism. Or any combination thereof. I really dont feel comfortable with large crowds and like having things particular but then i also cant keep things clean and my brain goes a million miles an hour.
That makes three of us now. Someone linked me to the RAADS-R yesterday, where I scored highly. Now I get to wonder all the same things.
Ultimately, does a particular diagnosis or set of diagnoses matter? I’m trying to figure that out too.
Some are fixable, some are manageable, some “it is what is it”. I think if I can get a good grip on what’s going on, I could do a better job sorting it out. I have made some improvement with an assume all of the above approach as CBT is a overlapping treatment for all, but I would at least like to know I’m going in the right direction. Any online testing I tried shows trauma for sure, but the others may or may not be an issue, but that overlap makes it hard to figure out.