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you know when harry is told, “you’re a wizard”

and all the mess and the weirdness and the Things Other People Don’t Do and the namecalling and everything, all of a sudden they make sense because he knows this thing about himself which explains it all and it’s not his fault any more, and what’s more, there’s a community of people who have experienced the exact same thing that he can now relate to?

that’s what a correct diagnosis feels like

“don’t label yourself” my arse

YES THIS OH MY GOD YES YES YES

This is what happened when I finally got my BPD diagnosis. Everything suddenly made SENSE. I wasn’t just so crazy that even the mental health profession didn’t know what was wrong with me. Not to mention, I could now TELL people, simply and easily, what was wrong with me. And find books for them. And support for them and me.

It changed my life. It absolutely fucking changed my life. And I’m pissed as hell at the previous doctors who very clearly knew (as they were treating it properly), and did not tell me.