To skip my rant, go to the fourth paragraph.

Hi friends.
I am, in the words of my family, a very smart individual who can't take care of my ***. I've got that mad spiky profile, and the medical records to show that no matter how well equipped you should be to take on the world, sometimes your whole life can get ruined by missing enough emails. I've dropped the ball on numerous jobs, failed multiple schools, but damnit, I've been trying so hard. I've turned my part time job into a nearly full time job by being a thorn in my boss's side, worked volunteering at the shelter into every off day, completely cut processed food out of my diet, and dragged myself from suicidal depression into a relatively stable place.
However, I still have great anxiety when it comes to starting tasks, pushing them along, and finishing. I still struggle to put a grocery list together, get overwhelmed at budgeting, stall tasks as simple as changing the laundry over, and have music blaring 24/7 to just keep my mind going in one direction. Some days, like today, the overstimulation spillover is enough that getting out of bed feels like walking on hot coals.
In the end, I was told by my psychologist I either need inpatient or intensive outpatient occupational therapy. and I'm not sure how to feel. My parents are harsh but fair, and while they still don't get why I can't get it together enough to deal with my ish, they will work to get me the best in life, which I am ever grateful for. Still, it feels like a cop out not—how hard could it be to pull myself up by my bootstraps and organize my calendar so I don't miss a hair appointment? A little part of me argues that I was diagnosed far too late to truly need this level of support, though I know that's unfair.
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TLDR: I either need inpatient or intensive outpatient occupational therapy as an underdeveloped, struggling adult. and I'm not sure how to feel. I feel like a fraud and a manchild. I feel like I shouldn't be able to take the easy way out, when so many people work their tails off to make ends meet. I feel like I'm taking resources from actually struggling people who need it, even though this lack of executive function has nearly killed me on multiple occasions from me forgetting to eat, drink water, etc.
So, any thoughts, friends?