Edit: Please stop downvoting the above because it’s an alternate opinion. Lets not make this place reddit.
And I agree with it because you’re only looking at it from a medical perspective. Look at it from the kids perspective. Maybe it didn’t hit you like this, but it DEFINITELY hit me like this.
I had no idea what was going on.
All I knew was that I was different from everyone else. I couldn’t figure out why. No one was talking about it. Anytime I tried to figure out why or ask questions I was met with things that just left me more confused. Things that I’d try to understand but couldn’t. I spent most of my life thinking I was broken because I couldn’t grasp anything that others took for granted. All of that internalized confusion and hatred went back at myself because I didn’t have anything to point to. All I knew was that something was different from everything else but I didn’t know why. In not knowing why, I came up with negative reasons. Partially because my parents were terrible, true, but also just because that’s what I was being told by everyone else in society too. It’s not just what your parents are going to teach you how to feel. It’s also how society treats you and how they’re going to look at you when you’re asking those questions.
Me not having a diagnosis as a child led to decades of confusion and self hatred because I couldn’t find my place in the world. Very little of that had to do with how my parents raised me and how society treats someone who is different. Giving me an answer suddenly closed those questions and allowed me to start enjoying my life instead of analyzing it.
Edit: Please stop downvoting the above because it’s an alternate opinion. Lets not make this place reddit.
And I agree with it because you’re only looking at it from a medical perspective. Look at it from the kids perspective. Maybe it didn’t hit you like this, but it DEFINITELY hit me like this.
I had no idea what was going on.
All I knew was that I was different from everyone else. I couldn’t figure out why. No one was talking about it. Anytime I tried to figure out why or ask questions I was met with things that just left me more confused. Things that I’d try to understand but couldn’t. I spent most of my life thinking I was broken because I couldn’t grasp anything that others took for granted. All of that internalized confusion and hatred went back at myself because I didn’t have anything to point to. All I knew was that something was different from everything else but I didn’t know why. In not knowing why, I came up with negative reasons. Partially because my parents were terrible, true, but also just because that’s what I was being told by everyone else in society too. It’s not just what your parents are going to teach you how to feel. It’s also how society treats you and how they’re going to look at you when you’re asking those questions.
Me not having a diagnosis as a child led to decades of confusion and self hatred because I couldn’t find my place in the world. Very little of that had to do with how my parents raised me and how society treats someone who is different. Giving me an answer suddenly closed those questions and allowed me to start enjoying my life instead of analyzing it.
I can sympathise with that experience, I guess I can sort of see why you found it helpful. But aye, it certainly doesn’t reflect my own, at all.
Thanks for the understanding and open response <3
Oh absolutely. Not saying it’s universal. But can definitely be helpful to a lot of us. <3