I was not diagnosed until I was about 44. I look back and saw mindless behavior on my part which I regret very much so. Yes, I feel shame. However, as the quality of my life as a result went downhill, one thing that happened helped make my life very worthwhile. I have my daughter. But I screwed up there too. I am hoping all will eventually work out for my daughter. With me and my life, I am not as hopeful.