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August 22, 2025 at 7:33 am #448886
MissLDuchess
ParticipantFinally having a clear diagnosis of NVLD at almost 27 years old is bittersweet. On one hand, I feel relieved to have official confirmation of my strengths and weaknesses, but on the other hand, I feel quite resentful. Perhaps if I had received this diagnosis 10–15 years ago, I would have had the support I needed as a teenager and in college, and many of the emotional and social struggles I faced could have been mitigated.
I think especially of math tutoring: my mom tried to help by connecting me with a math teacher from our town she was friendly with, but he was more interested in whether I had a boyfriend or trying to convince me to attend his laser tag events than understanding my learning disability. A qualified special education teacher could have made a real difference in helping me navigate my difficulties instead of leaving me frustrated and exhausted.
College, in particular, was the loneliest time of my life. Everyone promised me I would make lifelong friends no matter how socially awkward and shy I was, and my mom was confident I’d find my people immediately, just like she had on her first day of medical school. One friend of my mom’s promised me that “you will make friends. The first people you meet are not necessarily the ones you want to know for the rest of your life, but eventually those people will come along too” although God or the Universe clearly had a wicked sense of humor and “those people” were no where to be found on campus no matter how hard I tried to put myself out there”. My mom tried to shove friendships down my throat because they looked good on paper, insisting I befriend someone living in the dorm next to me because they shared a name with someone I had looked up to as an older sister. My mom is the most outgoing person I know and the antithesis of me. She makes superficial “friends” almost everyone she goes because she’s very charming and relishes in small talk but has just a handful of genuine, close friends. She encouraged me to invite this person to our home, even though I didn’t feel comfortable, and chastised me when I hesitated. But we had very little in common—she was a tomboy from Alaska into hiking, camping, and fishing, while I am a fast-talking daughter of immigrants from NY who loves travel, music, and reading. She was cold and unkind, making those forced interactions painful and frustrating.
On top of this, my mom’s helicopter parenting influenced my college choices. She insisted I stay close to home and even requested that I live in an all-girls dorm, believing it would be cleaner and full of “nice” kids who weren’t promiscuous, noisy, or doing drugs. This well-meaning control ended up putting me with a despotic roommate, and I got only about four hours of sleep a night—extremely unhealthy. I also realize now that I made social mistakes in trying to avoid discomfort: I often went home on weekends because of my difficult roommate or boredom, instead of going to events where I might have met people I had more in common with. I assumed friendships would naturally happen if I just showed up, but that wasn’t the case. I’m reading this book called Platonic where it says that assuming people like you is good for trying to make friends but that’s been hard for me to fathom since I dealt with so much bullying when I was younger even by people my mom thought would be the perfect friend for me.
Reading my official diagnosis made me emotional, reflecting on all the times I felt ostracized despite trying my hardest. It’s hard not to feel sadness or some resentment looking back, knowing that so many people told me I would eventually be happy and find really kind people but never did. The report marked that I was a “bright articulate, and kind young woman” who presents as “friendly and polite” and “makes good eye contact”.
At the same time, I do have bright spots to hold on to. I have a best friend from childhood and I’m still in touch with a few friends I met at my international school and during my time living abroad after college. Those relationships remind me that I am capable of having friends even if they don’t fit my extrovert mom’s vanilla, superficial, quantity over quality criteria.
I’m sharing this because I’m trying to process all of this and move forward without getting stuck in regret or self-blame. I’d love to hear from anyone who has faced delayed diagnoses or long periods of social difficulty: how do you cope with these feelings, heal, and build meaningful connections now? Any advice or perspective would be deeply appreciated. I am trying to put myself out there now that I’m done with my studies as I’d like to expand my social circle and also find a life partner but so far it’s been an uphill battle. I hope things eventually improve but I’ve been feeling really down.
August 23, 2025 at 9:08 am #448912anita
ParticipantHi Miss L Dutchess:
I’m really sorry you went through so much pain and loneliness, especially during times when you were trying your best. You deserved better support, and it’s completely okay to feel angry or sad about that.
I’m glad you do have some friendships that remind you of your worth.
Getting a diagnosis later in life brings up a lot—relief, grief, and all the “what ifs.” You’re not alone in that. I’ve lived with Tourette Syndrome (visible motor tics and audible vocal tics) since I was… maybe five, maybe six—I honestly don’t remember. And yet, I wasn’t diagnosed until I was 26. That’s nearly twenty years of people seeing and hearing the tics without anyone naming it.
I think I would’ve felt less like a freak of nature if an empathetic professional had told me there was a name for it—and ways to better accept it, even if not cure it. Maybe if I’d been diagnosed as a child and given information, I could’ve explained it to my classmates. Or better yet, maybe teachers would’ve explained it to the kids and made it clear that mocking me wasn’t okay and wouldn’t be tolerated. That would’ve been something. It would’ve made a huge difference in my life.
Sending warmth your way. You’re not alone.
—Anita
August 23, 2025 at 10:38 am #448913anita
ParticipantI wanted to add, Miss L Duchess, that it sounds like your relationship with your mother has been a big part of your experience—and some of the pain you’ve carried.
Mothers often shape so much of how we see ourselves and move through the world. I know for me, my mother’s influence ran deep for decades, and not in ways that were healthy or helpful.
If you ever feel ready, it might be worth exploring that relationship more closely—maybe in therapy, or even just through writing. Sometimes understanding those patterns can bring a lot of clarity and relief.
Anita
August 24, 2025 at 11:58 am #448937Alessa
ParticipantHi Miss Dutchess
I can understand the difficulty with your recent diagnosis. It is emotional coming to terms with these things and wondering what if. It is perfectly okay to feel this way. I’m sorry to hear about the bullying too. ❤️
I feel like an early diagnosis may have helped more socially than anything else. And of course, emotional coping strategies. Because if you ask me, therapists are important and help with these kinds of things.
It is not so helpful that your family just expected for friends to magically happen to you. I don’t think that is true. It’s important to have common interests if you ask me. I guess that is just how I’ve done it.
I don’t know if having a specialist would have helped much with maths. My maths has always been shocking, but I did learn more effective ways of dealing with it as I got older. I tend to use formula calculators online. It really helps me a lot to understand how things work. They have diagrams and can explain the working. It is something that just wasn’t available when I grew up.
Also, I have experience dealing with learning anxiety now because I went back to university more recently after dropping out because of being assaulted. Being a language tutor helped me to understand learning anxiety as well. Once you get over the anxiety, it takes away some of the stress of doing something that you’re not comfortable with. Being a tutor really teaches you that it’s okay to make mistakes, it is just the process of learning. Also just learning how to study effectively helps. It’s wild that it isn’t really taught in schools. I had to learn from someone who was really good at testing.
It’s good to hear that you have some friends. And well done on putting yourself out there and talking to that person in the book store. ❤️
I guess for me, I moved a lot. So I was bullied a lot and I didn’t make many close friends, one or two per school was enough for me. By the way, most kids get bullied. It isn’t just you. So you are not alone.
I just went to the library, chess club and computer gaming clubs. There were nice kids there. Kids like me who didn’t want hassle or to be bothered by anyone else.
I didn’t really understand other kids because I was being abused at home so kid conversations seemed a bit meaningless at the time. The autism didn’t help either.
It was probably when I became a teenager that I started to make more friends because I went to parties.
Unfortunately, I was sexually assaulted by a friend in college. So I became a shut in for a while.
It took some time for me to learn to be around people again. I find what helped was being around a friend who was extroverted. They were always talking to everyone. They carried on most of the conversations. I didn’t have to say much if I didn’t want to. It was a bit alien to me at first. But I just got used to it and started to chime in more with conversations when I felt like it. Working with the people as a tutor and in a phone store helped talk to people too. Somehow I find it less stressful when you are in a position where people are expected to be kind and listen, because they want help from you. It is generally very polite and I like that style of communication.
Small talk might not seem important initially. It is deceptive, because you learn a lot about people through small talk. What they care about, their interests, their feelings and worries. It’s also really helpful because socially it tends to be that you build trust through small talk and then you have deeper conversations once you know each other.
I tend to find that most of my friends are also neurodivergent. It just seems to be easier for me to connect with them.
I’m guessing that you don’t have a sibling? I feel like pranks are something that you understand more if you have a sibling. It’s kind of a reciprocal thing. You’re supposed to take turns pranking each other. It’s a stupid silly game where you tease each other a bit. Supposed to be funny, like a physical form of joke.
My son just did his first prank today. Put dog kibble in his father’s shoe.
Take care and good luck with everything! ❤️
August 31, 2025 at 7:59 am #449120MissLDuchess
ParticipantWell these mean girl’s pranks were more like hazing activities. Since I was so worried about looking like a friendless loser I tolerated it although I ended up being a laughing stock. In college when I was the loneliest ever my mom tried to force me to join a club thinking it would help me make friends even though they did “pranks” like forcing people to drive blindfolded. I refused luckily.
August 31, 2025 at 12:59 pm #449129Alessa
ParticipantHi Miss Dutchess
It is valid to not like the hazing style pranks. I wouldn’t either. I definitely grew out of some of this stuff in high school. It is a very American thing to do hazing in college. I don’t really understand it. A smart move on your part not doing anything illegal or dangerous!
In college we would play dumb games like punching each other in the arm when you see a yellow car or trying to trip each other up. Play fighting a little. But that was with friends. I didn’t mind it. One thing I didn’t like is when one of my friends singed my hair with fire. That wasn’t cool. Too far! Can you tell I hung out with boys?
When I was in primary school I got pushed off a high wall because I was afraid of heights and too scared to jump down. I only climbed up with the other kids because I didn’t want to get left behind. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t hold a grudge. They were just trying to hurry me up. Again a friend. I had a mean girl pretend I stole her stuff to try and get me in trouble.
I was tripped by a mean kid on concrete in gym class. I fell so hard and hit my head, I had a fit. He never apologised.
I had a boy harass me in high school to hide the fact that he was gay. He scrunched up my homework and ate it, which would have really upset me, except that day I had a spare copy. He also groped me in the hallway when he was passing. And took it too far when he sat next to me once in class touching me underneath the table and would not stop when I asked. I asked to be moved and the teacher said no.
I’m only telling you these experiences so you know that you are not alone. ❤️
You are not a friendless loser and tolerating things you are very upset by is not a good way to make friends. It is such a shame that you felt the need to do that. You must have felt very lonely to do go through things that made you so uncomfortable. ❤️
It is a shame that you never got the chance to explore pranks in a healthy way as a child that made you feel comfortable and sure that you weren’t being bullied. ❤️
August 31, 2025 at 3:03 pm #449132MissLDuchess
ParticipantLuckily in high school I had teachers and a guidance counselor who looked out for me as well as nice friends. In college I was not as lucky. I just constantly became cynical and distrustful of others assuming everyone was out to hurt me. It really set my confidence back and I felt like a bullied 12 year old all over again.
August 31, 2025 at 3:25 pm #449133MissLDuchess
ParticipantWhat was most embarrassing for me in college was when family members would pester me about my non-existent “college friends” and having no such people to celebrate my birthday with or hang out with in the summer. Eventually I confessed I was struggling because everyone I tried to befriend ended up hurting me so I became jaded and resigned.
September 1, 2025 at 1:29 pm #449166Alessa
ParticipantHi Miss Duchess
I’m glad to hear that you had a better time in high school. That is really important to hold onto. It is bad luck with some of the other environments you had. The good luck you had is possible to find again, I’m sure. ❤️
I can understand why it would be painful to experience so many questions about friends whilst you were struggling with those issues. It doesn’t sound like they meant badly though.
I noticed that you have quite a few friends that you spoke about on your other thread. Are they all online? Or do you have anyone locally?
I wonder if because your mother is a social butterfly, you had a lot of pressure put on you to become like her?
Personally, I don’t think having a lot of friends is important. I can cope easily with only a few people in my life. Honestly, some of my friends are in their 70s and I’m only in my 30s. I value kindness in my loved ones, that is all I really need. Everyone is different. It is okay to do things your way. You don’t have to compare yourself to others.
Congratulations again on making more headway in your quest to put yourself out there! You’re doing a really good job and so quickly too. Please let me know how things go. ❤️
September 1, 2025 at 2:17 pm #449168MissLDuchess
ParticipantNow I am better about being transparent even if it may make some people uncomfortable. Even now when people ask me if I made a lot of friends in college it still stings. I’ve learned the hard way that boundaries never scare away the people who really care. Like this time of year when it’s full of college move-in ads and how college is everyone thrives no matter how weird they are and how unpopular they were in high school. My mom did always pressure me to befriend people she thought looked good on paper even if we never clicked or got along well. Trying to be open to her about my issues and how the suggestions that work for her have not helped me is like speaking English to someone and they answer you in Chinese. I keep in touch with some my friends from my international school days and the friends I met living abroad on social media since we don’t live in the same country. My best friend from childhood lives around 45 minutes away and so does another friend but we try to see each other whenever we can. Likely due to my neurodivergence I’ve never been able to be friends with people who are too different from in age, background, political views, etc. It’s easier to connect with people who actually share my values than people just because “they’re there” like my mom tries to force me to do.
September 2, 2025 at 2:18 pm #449202Alessa
ParticipantHi Miss Duchess
I’m glad to hear that you’re better at sharing how you feel. 😊
I can hear how hard your experiences of bullying have been for you. It is understandable why it still stings. ❤️
Yes, definitely! It’s a valuable lesson you’ve learned, but one that came at a cost.
Media sells us things and college is an industry. But the message simply isn’t true in the real world. My sister struggled with making friends in college too. You are not the only one who went through an unfortunate experience like that.
It must be hard feeling like you don’t understand each other. ❤️
That is good to hear you have some local friends. I know people that don’t have any. You are doing better than you realise. 😊
That’s honestly fair. Whatever works for you! It is okay to want more, if you want it. You can build a life for yourself that you are proud of and happy with. A vision that is uniquely yours. You are already well on the way! ❤️
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