The thing about the diagnosis, for me, was that for a while it was all I could think about. It was all I wanted to talk about. Kind of like a new parent with their first baby. In a way, I guess the new baby was me, cause it was kind of a rebirth. Does that sound melodramatic? It’s just that discovering why I was not good at so many things that others took for granted, and really good at things that scared the bejeebers out of most people, like speaking in public, suddenly meant that everything and everything was up for grabs. stuff I’d given up on or shut down around, like owning my own business, were suddenly a possibility again, now that I was aware of my weak points. And my strengths.