I think I've fought most of my diagnoses in the beginning. At 16, I didn't want depression because I wanted to be "normal" and I didn't want to be on meds. Then came anxiety, that wasn't so bad. Then PTSD, I couldn't deny that. I knew I had ADHD since I was a kid but they didn't diagnose it till my early 20s.

Funny thing with that, I remember when I was five my parents talking about this thing my school thought I had, 80HD (ADHD). Didn't understand it (especially since I misheard them) and there wasn't google back then so I just went back to being a kid.

Anyway, the hardest things for me to accept were, still are, possible bipolar II diagnosis, and DPD w/ AvPD traits. The bipolar is hard because my abusive father had bipolar. And the PD is hard because it feels so out of my control yet I'm so responsible for it. As if someone stabbed me in the back but now I have to pull out the knife and learn how to suture and what not all on my own. I feel very stuck and alone with the PD stuff.