it’s so weird because i never had any stigma concerning disability growing up (this is surprisingly the one type of social education iran actually does well on oijuhyghuik???) and any micro ignorance/misconception i had was educated out of me pretty early and yet when it came to MYSELF i was so bad??? like while i had fully recognized my anxiety/attention deficit really really early on i was still unable to even be like “these are problems i should take care of” because i still managed to function daily and get good results in things i did (and not to be awful but often better results than other people) and i was like “okay i guess everyone lives with a degree of anxiety and inattention anyway that’s just how it is, your problem isn’t that bad if you can still function…look at your friends who have REAL problems.”
And it took so many years to actually realize that like leaving bed and talking to people and sitting in one place working on something wasn’t supposed to take herculean effort every single time. this isn’t a sad thing it’s just me laughing at the fact that like…you don’t even know sometimes because how are you supposed to know what’s “normal”.