Getting a late diagnosis isn’t a cute self-discovery moment . It’s a full life audit you didn’t ask for. I remember looking back at decades of “Why am I like this?” moments and suddenly having a framework, but also feeling like someone had handed me a brand-new biography and said, “Surprise, this one is actually yours.” There’s relief, clarity, grief, confusion, and a weird sense of being rewritten. It’s not linear or tidy. I’ve lived through that identity hurricane, and I know how disorienting it is to realize your entire narrative shifts without your permission.