@Live4Him3 -- Thank you for the welcome... I need to say the same right back to you!
My coming and going from this site probably further cements my potential ADHD diagnosis, as my ability to concentrate on different things waxes and wanes for various times.
@Magenta -- I LOVE stories of an underdog getting his (or her) day. One of the YouTubers I watch was told she would never be able to speak in front of audiences, should give up acting because she would never be able to perform, and should give up any ambitions of painting, sculpting, or producing art because she had no talent.
And here she is today, running a channel that has her doing exactly all of those things!
Kudos to you for never giving up!
@Lynx -- You make a good point as to what the actual value of a label can be.
And I need to clarify here that I am most certainly not trying to dismiss or reduce any actual medical conditions as "mere labels." But what I am saying is that the very community, even if they are professionals, misdiagnoses or incorrectly assesses people all the time. At the time I was in college, Ritalin was seen as an almost automatic answer to any parent whose child was having behavioral problems, and the medical community was just starting to talk about how suspicions that many of these cases were being inaccurately diagnosed. (Not to mention when patients are purposely misdiagnosed for money/insurance reasons...)
But I also have to say that there is a flipside to this flapjack that really got the whole ball rolling for me.
I am starting to absolutely LOATHE the "label" of... drumroll... being "NORMAL."
I know this is probably just me being nit picky or even ungrateful, but I am finding more and more that I run into people who will tell me something like, "I have X, Y, and Z -- you know, things that a NORMAL/NEUROTYPICAL person like you just wouldn't understand." That may be true in some ways, but what gets to me is if the person then seems to think that just because I'm "normal", I am somehow obliged to completely cater to what they see is their own set of special needs -- without ever stopping to think or ask about my own.
I'm sure I've had many incidences in my own life in which the other person is "normal" and I'M the one who is "atypical." For instance, the stereotype that Asians are mathematical geniuses -- and here I was, an Asian who was always failing math classes. I know that's a petty example, but my point is simply that every person has had some kind of struggle that makes them sensitive to something.
Now of course, people have real medical issues and absolutely need special care or extra help -- I'm most certainly not docking that at all. I always try to use myself as an example, as I got to a point where I had to try to explain to friends and family why I might react certain ways or need certain conditions when my depression acted up, so I understand a little bit of what it's like to have specific conditions going on.
But the thing I'm talking about is, for example, a YouTuber I had unsubscribed to because every video became a matter of, "This is what I have, this is how it affects me, and this is how ALL YOU NORMAL PEOPLE OUT THERE should be working around my needs because of it!"
I had to stop watching her because everything was about her, and there was never any recognition of what others might be going through and how she could be sensitive to their needs as well. I realize that in some cases, the person might be incapable of doing this, but I often wonder if people like this have even tried.
I spent a few decades of my life trapped in one-way situations, and now I tend to avoid them like the plague. While I know at one point, we all must sacrifice to serve others -- I certainly understand that -- but what I try to stay away from are situations that are sustained by co-dependency, emotional manipulation, and gaslighting. I have had multiple situations (hairdresser, neighbor, etc.,) in which someone saw me as being "normal" or a "good girl" and wanted me to be friends with their adult child who was struggling. The person who wanted me to befriend their adult child saw me as being someone who could work around their adult child's specific needs. Nothing much was ever asked about myself or what my own special needs might be, so I politely declined any such "offers."
One of my most pressing conversations with God as of late is who has the right to label ME as "normal" -- and what are they allowed to expect of or from me because of it.