I brought myself unnecessary trauma by ignoring that I was, in fact, disabled. I have lived with generalized anxiety disorder, OCD, and bipolar depression since I was very young.
Instead of kindness and sympathy, my symptoms were met with shame from my family and my peers. Ten-year-old me battled with comments like, “Nothing in your life is that bad!
Snap out of it!” “You’re such a waterworks,” and, “There goes Ms. Perfect, worrying about everything.” My neurodivergence was a burden, a downer, a distraction from the things that needed to get done.
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