I was in my late thirties when I finally had my diagnosis. It gave me a surprising amount of peace knowing that all of those things I’ve struggled with all my life was in fact a condition/a disability and not just me not trying hard enough. Having a professional say it was not all my own fault did mean a lot.

Getting diagnosed also meant I could get drugs. Those helped a lot too. They’re not miracle cures that makes it all go away but they have really made a difference.