Dissociation
CONTEXT: Between 2020-2021, I began to experience periods of dissociation, resulting in a strange disconnection from the world around me and periods of psychosis and resulting amnesia. After a series of poor decisions that threatened my most important relationships and my own safety, I started therapy. Six months later, I was advised that I was likely autistic. Six months after that, I realised I was non-binary (so while this comic uses she / her pronouns, I now go by they / them).
Without therapy, I’m quite certain I wouldn’t have made it through this period of my life. It took two years to be formally diagnosed autistic (as well as ADHD, another two years after that). I grieve for the younger me, but I’m relieved for the future. Every day since has been a step closer to living the truest version of me.
