The Diagnosis

I thought a diagnosis would help. It really hasn’t. In some ways, it has made things worse. I’m always second guessing myself. Trying to figure out if my feelings, emotions and thought processes are as a result of autism without the tools or support to handle things. It is confusing and frustrating. I struggle to discuss things with my friends and family, since they put down a lot of my behaviour to me being me (they’ve known me so long that any quirks I have are second nature to them). The only person I have had any help from is also autistic, and that can make it difficult when we clash.