I am currently as of this writing 59 years old, yet I feel as though I am not really a “grown up.” My wife, the third, bought the pickup truck I drive.
She bought the house, too. She pays the bills and organizes pretty much everything. I am capable of grilling and drinking a gluten free beer, as I have celiac disease, but that’s not why I don’t feel like a proper adult.
I was diagnosed, finally, at the age of 52, with a nonverbal learning disability (NLD). The neuropsychologist who did the day long battery of tests as well as the diagnosis explained that my brain was different.
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