
Depends on how we view it, I think. My entire life I felt like an alien. The way I obsessed over certain shows, movies and books, the way my “crushes” were more like limerence than innocent, the way I excelled in music simply because it was an “escape” more than it ever was a “study” for me… Finding out didn’t make me go “wow, NOW I know what to fix!” It offered an explanation for why I am the way I am; comfort in knowing I was never alone as I felt. “Different ≠ broken”