I was diagnosed at 39, and the most frustrating part was that when I shared it with my mom, her response was “well duh”

The years of bullying from “friends” and family all condensed into one flippant dismissal

Things make more sense now: why I left my childhood birthday parties at the start, why my “friends” stole from me, the years of being bullied by my family

I can’t go back, but I can get angry at myself. I have always been the easiest person to pick on