I've gone through regular repeated indecisive cycles of being in complete denial, angry at the diagnosis for being forced on me, begrudgingly conceding that it has a point, fine with it, back to denying it, and so on. Interspersed with moments where I find it an interesting topic and I really resent finding it interesting because I want to forget. And if I'm interested, I can't forget.
If I veer into the acceptance phase of the cycle, the acceptance feels good at first, but it always leads to grief. Grief for a teenage experience I never had, grief for the adult I never grew into, grief for a version of life I won't experience the same way. I just feel doomed. (Due to having the type of brain, not the label) Atleast when I'm 1. In denial, 2. Not finding autism an interesting topic, I'm a bit more optimistic. But I'm more likely to harshly blame myself for failure.
Diagnosis and immediate aftermath were traumatic in a way that prevents me from being consistently cool with it. Even if it technically fits. I envy and resent late dx crowd for being left alone.
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