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Sep. 24th, 2013 12:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
promenyI went with my Dad to Moscow Mountain today; the road up the mountain was kind of scary, but I got used to it.
We talked about a lot of things, including my misdiagnosis. He understood what I said about it and I understood him, and he said that even though they made some serious mistakes, they meant well. I told him that the main problem was that they didn't listen to me or take me seriously, and treated me like a retarded baby who couldn't make his own decisions well into adulthood. He said that he realized that error but that the realization could only be made in hindsight.
I forgive him now. It is sort of pointless to be angry about it, even though I went through hell and it kind of destroyed my life. I just want people to stop thinking that I'm fucking autistic, because I'm not. I mean, I realize that accepting that I'm on the schizophrenia spectrum is scary, but I'd still rather have the scary truth than a comfortable lie.
It ended well, at least. It was something to be said eventually.
I should work on my essay today, but I might put it off. I need more contemplation.
We talked about a lot of things, including my misdiagnosis. He understood what I said about it and I understood him, and he said that even though they made some serious mistakes, they meant well. I told him that the main problem was that they didn't listen to me or take me seriously, and treated me like a retarded baby who couldn't make his own decisions well into adulthood. He said that he realized that error but that the realization could only be made in hindsight.
I forgive him now. It is sort of pointless to be angry about it, even though I went through hell and it kind of destroyed my life. I just want people to stop thinking that I'm fucking autistic, because I'm not. I mean, I realize that accepting that I'm on the schizophrenia spectrum is scary, but I'd still rather have the scary truth than a comfortable lie.
It ended well, at least. It was something to be said eventually.
I should work on my essay today, but I might put it off. I need more contemplation.
