acceptance wasn't really the issue for me. I knew something was wrong, and, quite frankly, I was sick of being labeled stupid, or weird, or difficult

for me, being diagnosed with it explained a lot of my behaviour both now, and also as a child- and that I wasn't weird, or odd, or diffrent, it had a name and their were people in the same boat as me dealing with the same thing. I think the hardest part for me was learning to live with the various mood changes, and dealing with the fact it was having a real impact on daily life and that my support system at the time was basically none existent.

over the years, their have been other diagnoses which I am at varying stages of acceptance. fibro, for example. I go back and fourth on that one, and on bad days wonder how someone as young as me can suffer so much.