My diagnosis, and how it makes sense.

With the exception of me being male rather than female, I have to say that nearly every aspect of this matches with both the positive and negative aspects of me, it’s actually a little scary.
I wish I could get a formal diagnosis, it might take some of the pressure off, but that seems incredibly hard to manage right now, since I apparently fall through the cracks when it comes to mental health care.

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It’s like someone is in my face yelling at me in German. I can kind of grasp if they’re happy or sad, but I don’t speak the language enough to truly understand what is being said.

A few months ago I began a process that would ultimately change the way I view myself, and my place in the world. In many ways, I’m still trying to process what it means to me–and the conflict of whether to disclose this discovery to my wider world.

I have chosen to publicly disclose, and to do so here to anyone with interest in the subject. I do so in the understanding that there is a great deal of misconceptions regarding the topic, and it is my hope that through this disclosure I am able to create better understanding of my experience. This blog contains only what I know to be true of myself…

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