SnapesAngel20 :
I was 40, after having kids (my brother and father were autistic but “high functioning”- although my brother was nonverbal til he was five). I was the oldest daughter, hyperverbal, hyperempathetic and a social chameleon so I flew through because I masked like a queen. I collected achievements like Girl Scout badges- all A’s, student council, drama, sports, always smiling. I was DYING. I’m AuDHD, but now that I have my diagnosis, everything makes more sense. I can forgive myself. I wasn’t being careless or lazy when I couldn’t do a book report til the last minute- I weaponized fear and shame against myself til I almost died, just to look normal. To be effortlessly perfect when it was NEVER effortless. Until I got to a point I’d rather die than find the energy or shame to fuel another day. NOW I understand myself and it’s been so healing. Diagnosis is always always better. I have an AuDHD child and I am raising him with so much understanding and information, and it’s like reparenting myself. He will never suffer the shame, exhaustion, burnout I’ve had to. I celebrate the beauty of his mind, and do everything possible to help him find ways to make this world a little easier.
2026-05-29 18:29:22