I’m 31. Diagnosed by a psychiatrist at age 23.
And believe me, I resisted believing the diagnosis for as long as I possibly could. It made my life painfully more complicated to accept it.
Fortunately it’s not an overly severe case. With a little medication and a lot of training, I am living in the world much better than before. It’s still a daily struggle with severe social anxiety though.
With a little medication ...
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Now that’s strange. The doctor told my son there was no medical treatment that could alleviate the problem.