I cannot identify with this enough. I barely qualify for the diagnosis, but there it is. There it is. Why? My childhood was fine. My life was imperfect, but everyone's life is imperfect. Then came this unnecessary diangosis. No good came from it.
No, I do not need to disclose it, but it has gotten out to others. That's not even the point. now *I* know. Now I can't accept myself.
Before everything was fine. I was a little quirky, but I was okay. I was actually fine in social situations. I enjoyed giving public presentations. I had zero stage fright. I never felt overstimulated by light or smells or anything. Everything was just fine.
But then they told me I had aspergers. My whole wold cam crashing down. Then they told me it's actually not aspergers but autism. My sense of self went down the tubes even more.
I envy those who lived in an era where they would never have been diagnosed.
I did not want nor need any services. I wanted to be left alone and not given this label I will see on myself forever.
I draw a line in the history of my life where that diagnosis happened. Before that was the happy time. After that was the time of seclusion, self-doubt, self-loathing and feeling like I no longer belonged.
I would give anything to have not been diagnosed.