I feel like for the first time in a real real long time (if not ever) I know who I am.
I have well-defined interests that I understand. For the first time maybe ever, I’ve figured out what exactly my taste in music is. I have a favorite artist even. Who I’m going to see in concert (my first concert) later this fall. I still read everything in sight, but I have favorite authors. I even know how I prefer to present myself appearance-wise.
I’m comfortable and confident in my queerness. I’m still evolving and working to define my sexuality, but I’m comfortable in that process. I understand my gender, which is that I don’t have one.
I know what I want in a friendship. I’m seeking out individuals that I want to know better. I’m taking an online acquaintance who is sort of local to the concert this fall even, in a bid to get to know them better.
In general, I have a life full of friendship. People who love me as I am. People I love back with all my heart. I’m opening my home to one of them, who is more like a child of my heart to me, and not just a friend. My eldest child comes home to me this winter.
I’ve defined and become comfortable in my spirituality. I have found comfort in the old gods. They help me to define my place in this world and give me strength in my hours of need.
I have found comfort in witchcraft. I have taken my fate into my own hands and project my desires into the world helping them to manifest.
I have taken my fate into my own hands and accomplished one of three degrees I will need to pursue my dreams. I will accomplish the other two degrees then I will go into practice as a psychologist diagnosing, especially those who are afab, with autism and ADHD. I will research and strive to correct the problem of this subset of the population being severely under-diagnosed. I will be the change I want to see in the world.
I finally understand my own neuro divergence. I have ADHD. That is officially diagnosed. I am autistic. That is unofficially diagnosed with therapist support. Suddenly life makes sense. All of it.
Gods. There is so much more. So much I’m forgetting. I could go on for paragraphs more. But I think my point is made.
But let me say this. If you are reading this and young and lost and floundering in your identity, please no that there is no deadline in figuring out who you are. Life is trial and error. It’s an imperfect process. I’m 35 years old and only just now finding my identity. And I’d be foolish to assume I’ve learned all there is to know about who I am.
So many of you are delayed in self-discovery due to things like abuse and mental health issues and general neuro divergence. And that’s ok. I understand the frustrations. I understand feeling lost. But please know it will come. When? I can’t answer that for you. But it will come.
Continue to grow at your own pace. Continue to explore who you are and your interests and gender and sexuality and just your identity in general.
And it will come.
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It makes me smile to read the optimism in this post. This is my very first visit to your blog, I don’t know anything about you, but the confidence that binds your words together touches me. I too have been struggling with symptoms of BPD and bipolar disorder for at least half of my life (I am now 31). Like you, I too have found solace in the old Gods (I like to remember that old saying, those the Gods wish to bless, they first make mad – that is the most direct sort of blessing!) and in the support that only the truest, most positive of friends and companions can share. They are, in a word, invaluable. Thank you for sharing this smile with me this day – may your path be filled with peace and the little pleasures that make life worth living. xx