21.
It is truly AMAZING my parents didn't suspect anything before then, considering what a little weirdo I was.
And my mother was a certified SPECIAL ED teacher, but it's only recently education on Aspergers and HFA has happened-
the kids she knew as Autistics sat in the corner and drooled on themselves.
I wasn't cognitively-impaired, so my ineptitude everywhere else had to be something else, I guess.
Oh, I was on Prozac by 9, have been on every sort of cocktail for depression that you can imagine,
which was a misdiagnosis, one shrink thought I was bipolar....
I most definitely have anxiety, but nowhere near debilitating.
I'm not sure an earlier diagnosis would have been helpful at all-
the label's nice, but it's dealing with the "symptoms" that is the point.
I do know that having an official diagnosis in-hand is the only way parents can wrestle schools into providing personal help for their kids
(and sometimes not even then, gawd, the horror stories in the Parenting Section ).
I highly doubt, being from a very small town, my school would have offered anything-
I never seemed to be paying attention in class, yet always knew the answer when called on,
and they thought about having me skip a grade, but I'm very glad they didn't.
Ability to do busy work is really the only important question in a lot of cases.
Aaaaaand I'm rambling cause I'm (unintentionally) high on cough medicine.
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For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay.