Sounds familiar.
In my fam, things were treated as discipline problems; everyone was private; psych was quackery. Late bloomer and when things really started pushing the edge in college a friend challenged me to see someone on campus. They confirmed the first one that I had already suspected.
I feel this one omg.
The difficult part is getting doctors to take it serious because, well, you lived with it for 35 years, are you suuuuure this needs to be looked into?
I at least have some weird kind of comfort about the fact that some of the conditions I've had since childhood were literally not in the medical literature like...at all yet
So it was literally impossible to get a diagnosis before (doctors didn't have to be such jerks back then tho!)
