EurythmicsNew Contributor
Never too late
My new psychologist asked me if I knew what being neurodiverse meant. I rolled my eyes and essentially explained I didn’t have a clue - in so many words. Not because I’m ignorant of the term but rather because social media and even good documentaries appear to complicate any obvious definition.
Given where I am at and the generation I belong to, every discussion and all popular terminology surrounding any mental health condition induces in me embedded anxiety loops and so I tend not to seek explanations of terminology for fear of finding out information that makes me feel worse rather than better. I did not grow up in an environment whereby I needed to diagnose myself (which seems to be the contemporary cultural practice of many) nor have a family member diagnose my mental health position. Though, I was on the pointy end of a lot of rather painful name calling…
I am seeing my psychologist regularly enough to work through any issues I may have.
But I just wanted to write something here in recognition of my being a person who for most of her life has had to live with being deeply misunderstood, exploited, ridiculed and/or rejected as a normal pattern and standard of her existence and someone who has decided it is never too late to speak up or to seek help.
