for the roughly 6 years I've been diagnosed, I have only been accepting the diagnosis since mid December 2008. Was I denying it? For the most part, yes. After denial came the phase of "I know I have this, but I'm gonna push this to the back of my mind and pretend it doesn't exist and see if it goes away, even though I know it won't, and I don't want to understand it either"... Now I am accepting it and making steps to improving my life accordingly. And if it weren't for my step mom forcing the diagnosis on me, my life would be far worse right now. I haven't gotten a lot of the stuff I should have had, but what I have gotten has greatly changed who I am for the better. My step mom is the reason I am who I am today, and without her I probably wouldn't be in university.