yes, until I was diagnosed at 68, the world was confusing, upsetting, baffling, distressing.
I had been raised to believe it was all my fault, that if I was only a better person people would like me, that if I would just "stop it" and "pull myself together", "try harder", etc, things would get better.
I kept trying my hardest, failing miserably. Diagnosis changed everything. I was not a moral failure, I was not a bad person, not deliberately wicked/evil/bad.
What a relief!
I had something that was based in my neurology and nobody knew! I was so happy to find there were others out there like me, who actually experienced some of the same things, and who understood!