Hmm.
I have diagnosed Bipolar....and all but diagnosed Autism Spectrum Disorder[had a full psych assessment done, guy referred me for ASD testing since we ruled out ADHD, but insurance doesn't cover ASD testing over 21, so here we are].
Idk. I struggled socially and academically all through school. My parents punished me for both. We went to a family psych, the psych said 'hey, your kid is depressed, I'm gonna refer to you a specialist", my parents said 'they don't know what they're talking about' among other things I won't mention because yeah.
I'm 33 now, finally pretty stable. I was borderline homeless pretty frequently until a few years ago. Parents booted me at 17 because I was underperforming in life, and didn't want to deal with it I guess? I stayed with friends, slept with guys here and there for a place to crash, had issues with drug and alcohol abuse, ruined friendships because of my unmanaged and raging Bipolar symptoms...was generally a bad person. I'd steal stuff, boyfriends, you name it, just to get by.
I had my daughter 8 years ago, finally snapped, called my biological dad who lives in a completely different state. he told me to get help, so I did.
It's really validating to have medical professionals tell me that there's a legitimate reason I struggle so much with even the most mundane things. I've never been able to properly hold down a job. I always get burnt out, end up calling off or just stop showing up. I've never been self-sufficient financially. I can cook and clean and take care of the kid, but that's about it.
Now that I've word vomited my tragic and edgy back story, I'd like to say that video games have always been a grounding tool for me. Not an escape, but a way to regulate and center myself. Ever since I was young, before my symptoms really started hurting me and my ability to navigate my day-to-day, I was always fascinated with video games. It's been a lifelong hyperfixation, and I don't see myself growing out of it any time soon.
And I'm doing a lot better now. I have a great therapist and psych, I have a great partner and friends that have been exceptionally supportive through the recent years. I'm still working out the kinks with my medication. I'm on a new one, and I still feel the Bipolar 'crash' poking through on occasion, as well as a tiny bit of those manic highs, but I'm doing so much better. I can say I'm actually pretty content.
I'm still living with that constant fear that I'm going to have to 'pack up and leave' at some point. I don't know if that's ever going to go away. I spent over a decade of my life in survival mode, and I don't know if a person ever unlearns that.
I don't want to be like, that person that spouts platitudes and shit, but there were a lot of times that I hit rock bottom. A lot of bad days, a lot of bad people, bad decisions.
It can get better. It takes a really long time sometimes, and you might still have bad days, but you can't give up. Even if that voice in your head is saying nasty things, that's not wholly you. I don't know how to convey this...I'm really bad at verbalizing/putting my thoughts down when it comes to the complicated stuff...
The bad brain parts, you have to peel them away. You have to put them in a box, and deal with the box. You can't throw the box out, but you can get better at dealing with the box. you can get better at storing the box, organizing the box, navigating the box. The box is always going to be a part of you, but you don't have to just let the box spill out and clutter everything else. you might need medicine for the box, or you might just need to talk about the box. Both are valid ways to deal with the box, but you can't just ignore the box. And don't let the box eat you. Don't feed the box. If the box is too big it won't fit, and you'll be all box. We don't want to be all box, because we're more than that.