All throughout high school, I thought one diagnosis was enough. We had a “good” one, one that opened the doors for services. Schools said yes. Doctors would treat. State agencies would try to help.
But recently, I’m beginning to wonder about all those other diagnoses — the ones we stopped talking about when something better came along. Maybe they matter too. Because when there is more than one thing going on, maybe it’s important to be working on all of those things and not just the main “issue.”
Because maybe the main “issue” is really just a collection of a bunch of other issues, all of which have names, and all of which need some attention.