MY LATE-DIAGNOSED AUTISM JOURNEY!

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  • Опубліковано 2 лют 2025

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  • @Leg3nd-27
    @Leg3nd-27 9 місяців тому +2

    I got diagnosed for autism last year when I was 22 years old. I'm a guy, but your story still sounds so similar to mine. It's comforting knowing I'm not the only one that struggled with incompetent doctors lol

    • @vampoppy
      @vampoppy  9 місяців тому +1

      I so wish that we both didn’t have to deal with this stuff. It helps me so much to know that I’m not alone in this though. Thank you so much for sharing!

    • @reynewan999
      @reynewan999 9 місяців тому

      ​@@vampoppystruggle with diagnosis is very common. Also there are still undiagnosed people. I could guess that most of vtubers are autistic

  • @JesGasai
    @JesGasai 9 місяців тому

    Thank you for sharing your journey! It's really inspiring to hear what someone else has gone through.

  • @piroshiki-san
    @piroshiki-san 5 місяців тому

    8:16 There's a concept that I've heard from Healthy Gamer called "sh*t life syndrome"
    Depression symptoms, but not because you have clinical depression, necessarily, but because your life is so terrible to experience it's no wonder you don't feel motivated to live it

    • @vampoppy
      @vampoppy  5 місяців тому +1

      I love healthy gamer!

  • @kittyneko5521
    @kittyneko5521 9 місяців тому

    Hey there i would like to share my story and sadly it's not really a happy one
    Iv really had issues with docters since i was 4 for other health issues to the point where i have ptsd and can not physical take any form of medicine aside from a shot other wise i throw up but the signs i was atustic started to shown when i was about 6 it think and i was disgosted with eveything under the sun aside from autism witch made school hard since they didn't see that wrong with me it took moveing to a new school (sadly only for one year since i wpuld be moveing up to the next level of education )and the school saw there was issue's as my form of atusim made me quite angry and not that social so they helped to get my dionosted at i believe 10-11 and i will admit my quality of life for that year was GREAT but then when i moved up to a higher education shit went South F.A.S.T as the school i went to was shit no one high up talked to each other and had difrent people in charge of diffrent years BUT the person who was in charge of our year just left(i dont blame him as the school was bad for context I'm from scotland and in the years since i left two kids have died via stabbings and both of the kids who did the stabbing where stabbing there bullys so that should tell yoy how little they gave a fuck)and even until i was kicked out they STILL didn't have someone to fill that spot so it was chaos and what's worse the person who was supost to be in charge of my year was the only one who knew about the "plans" that where to be put in place to help me both in and out of class if it wasn't for handfull of very very lovely teachers that to this day i still have MASSIVE respect for and i hope they found jobs else where i would not be alive today (still debat wither thats a good or a bad thing)so the first two year's at that school where a nightmares bullying openly happened in some classes mainly aimed at me and I'm willing to admit i snapped at time's and should have been arrested but in my third year they brought someone in to help me and by fuck do i miss that man he treated me like a real human maybe the first person to ever do that in my life he helped me alot right up until the school said they didn't need him because they had there own people to do that and the fact i lost the man who helped me so much might have done MORE damge over all to my views on the world than anything else. Anyway the "help" i got after that was a joke it was a spiecal class where the head of it would shout at the people under her care and keep in my shouting in a special ed class not the best idea so had to deal with her for a year before she got fired which should have been good right? Believe it or not NOPE becuase by this point the school had such a dog shit reputation more teacher's where leaveing than where comeing in so the new person in charge of special ed was never there and what makes it REALLY sad and sick is that they pretty much dumped all the responseablity on a girl with light austuim IN MY YEAR to over see the class it was that un super vised i was able to SLEEP in this special padded room i didn't tell amyone i was there FOR HALF A DAY and no one called my mum to ask where i was (no one knew i was in that room btw)and at this i lost my step dad so i had to deal with that to which credit where credit is due via one of the nice teacher's i was put in touch with a charity to help kids and there family with stuff like that and i had that for a good few years and again that did help my mental state BUT AGAIN i lost that because they didn't have the funding to keep it going in my area so that leads in to my final year which was just as bad as you think but what ended school for me was in one of the classes where bulling openly happed i had the door properly slammed in my face to where it burst my nose and i just snapped and startes to whale on this kid BUT belive it or not thats not what i got expiled for it was becuase that useless sack of shit who called him self a teachee stepped in and got his watch broke that broken watch is what got me expelled. So now we go on to post school and baby my story doesn't get better so abit on context at this time i was still figuring my self out and was a closet trans and was in the worst place mentally i had ever been so i went off to a college to learn to deal with and help anaimls becuse what atustic person doesn't like animals? I had grew close to some on that class of all men with a teacher who was a mans man if that makes sence so i trusted this person and told them my secret and by the end of the day eveyone knew i did not take it well and left the next day as while i didn't beat anyone i knew i would witch leads to why iv locked my self away since but we still have one more abandoned to go after collage a austuim charity or something else i don't know came out to help me they asked what i wanted in life i said to be a woman and i never heard from them again
    And that's my story sad and depressing with not a single happy ending ending with me locking my self away as aftee years of abandomet and back stabbing and broken promises any form of human contact outside of family almost gives me a nervos breck down
    I know you will never read this but honselty thank you for at least letting me type this all out