I want to ask you something — and I want the honest answer, not the one that sounds okay.
When you got your diagnosis, what did you actually feel?
Because I know the "right" answer is supposed to be relief. And yes, that was there. But there was also grief I wasn't prepared for. And anger I didn't know what to do with. And a very specific kind of loneliness — the strange loneliness of finally understanding yourself while feeling like nobody around you really gets what that means.
I also laughed. A lot. At the sheer absurdity of some of it. The lost phones. The missed appointments. The elaborate systems I built to look like a person who had it together.
What was it like for you?
There are no wrong answers here. This is the place where we say the actual thing.