Thursday's child
New Member
Hi. My name is Kim, and I am not a freak. I'm not a crybaby, psychob****, nor am I crazy. I don't do or say stupid things to intentionally hurt you. I don't know why I do the things I do. At least I didn't.
(Insert long rambling story here that covers my entire life in too much detail, concentrating on the events recently that led me to this next bit.)
I asked for help, finally. For the first time in my life, life makes sense. I finally belong. I'm finally comfortable with me. And the best part, I'm not alone. (diagnostic process begins Monday)
Oh yeah, I have an awesome husband of 16 years (he really does love me!), the 3 best teenagers (all to be tested as well, surprise), and my mom doesn't hate me- she just doesn't understand me (and I don't understand her).
(Insert long rambling story here that covers my entire life in too much detail, concentrating on the events recently that led me to this next bit.)
I asked for help, finally. For the first time in my life, life makes sense. I finally belong. I'm finally comfortable with me. And the best part, I'm not alone. (diagnostic process begins Monday)
Oh yeah, I have an awesome husband of 16 years (he really does love me!), the 3 best teenagers (all to be tested as well, surprise), and my mom doesn't hate me- she just doesn't understand me (and I don't understand her).