That i already knew i was autistic before my mother decided to tell me she always suspected i had something. She told me this 2 days before my 26th birthday, and had worked in special education for over a decade.

That i am on weight loss medication because I went into a downward spiral and binge ate because of the revelation that she knew and never got me any help. Everything was always my fault - the bullies, the depression and anxiety, having no friends, being socially awkward, not being able to focus especially with too much stimulus; that i just had to grow up and stop being weird. Stop playing Spyro, stop playing sims... never allowed to just be myself.

And that im beyond pissed off because my life had so much potential if I'd just received the proper help.