About this Site

This is the story of my dog Mahru, and me pretentious know-it-all, and our fight to reconnect with the dogs we lost. It's also about my survival through addiction, suicidality, and discovering, late in life, that I'm neurodivergent.

Every neurodivergent story stands on its own, people are shaped by their own set of (shit) circumstances. And yet, especially for those of us diagnosed later in life, there are striking similarities. Which I call Neurodivergent Misdiagnosis Bingo.

This list includes, but is not limited to, the following:

• Anxiety
• Depression
• OCD
• Bipolar disorder
• Borderline Personality Disorder
• French Personality Disorder 🫠

These misdiagnoses are not harmless. They misdirect a life toward wrong medications, harmful therapies, and a growing sense that the problem is your own personal failure, rather than a misunderstanding, which a lot of people struggle with.

With enough time, this leads to deadly problems like isolation, substance use, or even suicidality, only because the person has been treated as someone they are not.

If you're curious to read how this unfolded in my own life, you can find my full story in the main article on this site. (If you're not curious you can still find my full story here)