westernwild wrote:
Spokane_Girl wrote:
I was 12 when I was diagnosed and I hated it. It meant I had something and was truly different.
Actually, I felt a lot better knowing that there was a reason for what I was going through, that it wasn't just me, I wasn't crazy, etc.
My son felt the same way, and we did, too, when he was diagnosed.
Well for me I didn't feel any better because I wanted to be normal back then. I struggled with trying fit in, keep my friends, trying to be like everyone else. In my elementary school, if you were different, then you were a mutant so they teased and make fun of you, that's why I wanted to be normal so bad. But the kids whom looked different than the other kids like if they were in wheelchairs, had Down syndrome, etc. they didn't get picked on. Took me until I was 14 to accept my difference.