In a way I feel cheated. If ADHD and autism had been understood better when I was in grade school perhaps high school and college would have been easier for me. If PTSD had been better understood when I was discharged the next few years might not have almost derailed my life for good. I wish I’d understood about controlling my life in the 80s.
But that’s all past. It does no good to regret. It’s a part of who I am, it’s what made me who I am.
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