Seladon
Member
('hi/hello!' in Welsh, the beautiful native language of my people· ☆⋆。°‧☆ · ✧. )
30s, female, U.K. based, been officially diagnosed Level 1/HF for 1 year now, and looking for direction and encouragement and practical advice, particularly as regards making progress with motivation, making art, self-employment and career-building/maintenance (in arts), image/grooming and presentation, and building intimacy in personal relationships.
In some ways, receiving a diagnosis has helped with self-acceptance and forgiveness plus allowing myself to rest or take things slower, while in other ways it's made me even more reclusive and passive. While I have no complaints about my assessment and know I was fortunate to get one, the follow-up care after was unhelpful, and my local council claim to have no resources or knowledge about any other available help. It seems like some people in my (small) circle are disappointed that I haven't even slowly improved since diagnosis (one has even requested that I go back to therapy, which has never yet worked for me), so I carry a certain amount of guilt around this.
Which brings me here
There's more I can say about my situation to provide context, however I won't infodump here to start with.
30s, female, U.K. based, been officially diagnosed Level 1/HF for 1 year now, and looking for direction and encouragement and practical advice, particularly as regards making progress with motivation, making art, self-employment and career-building/maintenance (in arts), image/grooming and presentation, and building intimacy in personal relationships.
In some ways, receiving a diagnosis has helped with self-acceptance and forgiveness plus allowing myself to rest or take things slower, while in other ways it's made me even more reclusive and passive. While I have no complaints about my assessment and know I was fortunate to get one, the follow-up care after was unhelpful, and my local council claim to have no resources or knowledge about any other available help. It seems like some people in my (small) circle are disappointed that I haven't even slowly improved since diagnosis (one has even requested that I go back to therapy, which has never yet worked for me), so I carry a certain amount of guilt around this.
Which brings me here
There's more I can say about my situation to provide context, however I won't infodump here to start with.