By not having a diagnosis/diagnoses, there were no boxes, no limitations imposed by the minds of others about where she ought to fit, or how.
The pains of the body, her body’s language have led her to comprehend herself more, to quest for what is true at her core.
Had she been ‘gifted’ with a directive, would she be as well as she is now?
Better? Or perhaps worse?
The answer is never sure, but the journey is.
The reality of the introspection, of the connections, of her ability to have such an internal conversation.
This no longer being a row, fraught or scary, but familiar, cozy and necessary.
