Late Diagnosis

If my life had a tag line. 🙄

Growing up in Ireland I got held back Two grades because you know, I'll catch up to the other children by going slower (it's a real Irish solution) and makes me feel like I live in Cyprus Creek working for the Globex corporation.

Geeky relevant reference aside, I'm left wondering if id be diagnosed earlier, would life have thrown insurmountable barriers in my way? By being told "you're not able" would I have a lost a lot of determination and drive that's got me to where I am today?

Speaking of drive, my licence is up for renewal. I'm shit scared I'll lose my independence if they take it off me. No offence to taxi drivers but I can't take the anxiety of waiting for a car that might be late. I hate being late.

Well, guess I'll find out when I apply......

Let's play catch up

Last post was two years ago, in April 2017.

Time flies when you're experiencing change I guess. A lot has happened and the blog fell by the way side (even with it's own regularly viewed FaceBook page) and  it just felt like I was in control of my disabilities and a blog with no insightful content isn't exciting, it's dull and samey.

Funny what depression and anxiety can do. See! New diagnosis to add to the blog! Disability never changes, but apparently it does and I should really blog about it, if not for anyone else's benefit then it least my own ("feeling fine" on a typewriter kind of thing).

A blog I read years ago had an entire thread about it being therapy, to be able to talk into the void. Well guess where I'm going with this?

Oh, and a teaser intro post to re introduce my blog while I write a catch up "previously on the Aspy Journey"?

You're welcome.

Only joking.

Two year update:

•I've moved jobs, much happier with great support.
•I've started seeing a therapist who's diagnosed me with anxiety, depression and CPTSD (yes, these will be future topics)
•I'm in a new relationship and a new town.

All caught up? Good. See you next week.