When I heard my T say that a lot of this stuff would probably never go away, I was very disappointed. It helps me, though, to have a clearer picture of what I can expect. And it changed some of my therpay goals, because I stopped wanting to be different in so many ways and instead wanted to work on accepting how I am now. Still, there are many days when I just feel hopeless and frustrated.

It must have been hard to hear. It sounds like you feel like you've lost hope. Is it possible for acceptance to bring peaceful waves, not crushing waves of depression?