Three diagnoses, and one thing in common
I was seventeen, in the middle of my A-levels, when I first went to my GP about heavy periods. That's when I was diagnosed with PCOS. A few years later, at university, an endocrinologist told me to go away, lose weight, and come back if I ever wanted children. That was it. No plan, no support — just a closed door and an assumption about what my body should look like before anyone would help me further.
So for years, I managed on my own. Then at thirty, I was diagnosed as coeliac. At thirty-three, type 2 diabetes joined the list.
Three diagnoses, and still that same experience running through all of them: being handed a label and then left to figure out the rest by myself. If you've felt that — dismissed, or like your body is a problem to be solved rather than a person to be supported — I understand it in a way that isn't theoretical.