I was ok at maths in school, but not a bloody genius with it by any stretch of the imagination.

When I got my diagnosis, my family and best friend were actually pretty understanding in some ways. They all said it "made a lot of sense" and "explains a lot". The only niggling worry I have is sometimes when my mum talks about it, she says things like "I just hope you can get some semblance of a normal life now" or things like that. I know she is saying it for the right reasons, but it does put a lot of pressure on me as I'm not sure yet what the outcome is going to be.

I mean, I'm 28 now, it's not like knowing is going to wave a magic wand and somehow get me out of the house and back into employment over night. I'm never going to be a 'social butterfly', or want to be the centre of attention, I'm always going to worry excessively over things that don't really matter to other people. For me the diagnosis is more of a "well maybe now other people will understand that I'm content the way I am".