I didn't approve at first, I thought it was going to just be something else wrong with me, not something that explained everything else that had gone on in my life.
I can relate. Growing up, I became really defensive really early about any hint that someone thought something was wrong with me. (In addition to not understanding their perspectives about stuff being wrong with me, I wanted to avoid their attempts to fix me.....people's help was usually the opposite of helpful.)
And I still don't like being Aspie, I can't get a job, I'm still single at 41, and still a Virgin (and I don't mean I work for Branson)
I'm okay with being autistic but sometimes I'm sad about being neurodevelopmentally disabled (I say it this way because I have autism and ADHD -- which I'm also okay, with on the whole -- and I don't know how to separate them in terms of how they affect my life) ....because it's hard, and I get tired and frustrated with things being so hard.