wavefreak58 wrote:
And another thing.
I admit that I am feeling a great deal of anger. How could this have gone unnoticed? But I'm even more angry over the fact that I get no credit for getting this far. I am just the office weirdo, still inhabiting the lowest rung on the social ladder. Nobody knows that there was a time when I was effectively socially comatose. If people could see me today and compare it to my teen years they wouldn't believe the change. But all I am is the really smart guy that never actually lives up to his potential. And there is no possibility of any real understanding by anyone outside my immediate family. I know that that's all that should matter. But sometimes some acknowledgment of what I have come through would be nice.
Oh well.
I am fully aware of this feeling. Although I was diagnosed early, I have plodded through so much...and achieved so much stability over the years, but now people who did not know me back then dont think I have PDD-NOS and by doing that, they disrespect my struggle and how far I have come and how hard I worked to get where I am. It is a miracle that I am high functioning as I am, but a curse since no one outside of my family believes it.
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