My name is April. I’m autistic, I was only just diagnosed, about a month ago and I still feel like my mind is trying to process everything. In some ways I wish I had been diagnosed a lot sooner, I’m 21 which I know is a lot earlier than a lot of autistics get diagnosed but in that time my life has been such a rollercoaster.
I wonder if my life would have been easier being equipped with the knowledge of knowing I was autistic?
I guess it’s pointless thinking that way though as I can’t change it. But I can't help but think about it a lot lately, it's become one of those obsessive thought processes that I can't shake for a while/
In a way I feel reborn like I can now face life as myself, the real me, the autistic version who I kept hidden away out of fear of being weird and different and judged by others for being like that. Now I am doing my best to embrace my autism.
