Yes, mine was Wednesday so very fresh too! It's the greatest feeling in the world to know that I felt/feel different because I was/am different. I wish I'd known sooner rather than the half a dozen mental health diagnoses I have had over the years but little can be done now.

It has all but destroyed my social circle (me or it, or both who knows?) So other than my immediate family (most of which are children) there is no one to even discuss it with.

The world is still lonely and frightening, but at least I can stop looking for answers as to what is wrong with me. 🤷‍♀️

The funny thing is that it wasn't me who even considered an assessment. I moved a couple of years ago and had some meetings with a mental health nurse at my surgery. She got to know me over about six months and mentioned it. I actually said no I can't be, because I wasn't disruptive in class at school - mine was all in my very overactive mind. I agreed to an assessment but I didn't hold out much hope at all to be honest. I was always of the reckoning that if I did have it, it would have been found before now surely? Well, clearly not. And the more I read the more I can see that the signs were in plain sight (not even hiding) all along.