Borderline.
You finally get a diagnosis, you know what's wrong and you have some sort of an idea of who you are. Then you see people focusing on how people with the diagnosis do this and that and act a certain way, but you don't do those things. So you think, what if they were wrong? But there are many combinations that can lead to the diagnosis. So maybe they were right after all? And then you end up with days where you are sure they were right and days where fuck them for saying your personality is disorderd, its fine you arseholes.














