I just realized this.
I'm finally heading down the path that I've been wanting to take for years.
YEARS.
Years ago I wanted to get evaluated for ADHD. Years ago I wanted to find out what was "wrong" with me. I wanted help but I had no clue how to do it.
Years down the road, here I am. I have a therapist, and I'm going to have a psychiatrist soon. I'm going to be getting an evaluation for ADHD and an official evaluation for Aspergers, I hope. I want official records so that I can get the help I need. Confirmation is nice and all, I already know that I'm on the spectrum- there's no doubt about it. But I need the services.
And yet here I am, I'm going to be getting an official evaluation. Possibly further therapy, possibly medication, to finally combat all that's given me hell and held me back.
It's unreal that I've even made it this far, let alone farther.
I'm almost afraid of what my potential is, when i'm not held back as badly by my attention span, my anxiety, my constant on the go mind. it's scary to think about.
