People that don&#x27;t suffer don&#x27;t need help, but those that need help can&#x27;t get it if they don&#x27;t get diagnosed.
My diagnosis (slightly different) came at 38 years of age, and in the few years since, everything has changed. I&#x27;ve lost so much to my disability that it&#x27;s hard to process at times.<p>What I do know, is that before the diagnosis, before all the different kinds of treatment and support, I didn&#x27;t understand what I was missing. While I like the eccentric me, I am no longer forced to only be that. I have forged a relation to my daughter in a way I didn&#x27;t think was possible. I don&#x27;t only exist now, I live. Everything I am is coalescing, solidifying. I&#x27;m finally me, all of me. I live in a different world now, a world I can finally understand, because I know in which ways it looks different to me. Each year now feels like several did before, my life suddenly became much longer.<p>So while it&#x27;s all nice that people discuss the finer points of whether diagnosis is a label or not, but if those arguments leads to somebody like me not getting diagnosed at all, the effect on their quality of life will be devastating.<p>I was 38,but for the most part I was little more than a teenager, my daughter needed a father. I can be that now.<p>But, obviously, no-one should get sent to the doctor because they don&#x27;t fit into peoples preconceptions or society&#x27;s most shallow norms. Most medications influencing the brain are crude and comes with very real risks, they should be handled with care.