I was diagnosed over 6 years ago, when I was 13, and really struggled with accepting the reality that I would have this lifelong condition. I felt robbed of the life I wanted, and it was just insult to injury by that point in my life. About 2 years ago, I stopped seeing my Endo and DNEs altogether because of the constant dread and disappointment I would feel when meeting with them. I felt imperfect and unworthy of their help, and I was not ready to deal with and accept that I would have this forever. And so 3 weeks ago, I organised to meet with them, and yesterday was my first official appointment. I'm now seeing doctors in the adult sessions, as opposed to the children and youth doctors, which makes me feel a whole lot better about my fresh start. It was the first time I hadn't dreaded going to clinic. I didn't feel sick or ashamed. And despite my delicate emotions and constant crying, I feel so much better knowing I'm doing what's good for myself in the long run. Just proud of myself for taking that first step towards control and acceptance.
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