When I was in eighth grade my parents had me tested for learning disabilities since he had saved her son's life with a blood transfusion and this was something she was doing gratis. 

I never saw the report when I was growing up, then when I was 35 they gave me a copy. To which my reaction was wtf, you withheld it for this long beyond my academic days when it may have come in handy? And also wtf, why would you not share it at least when I became an adult?

Since then I've occasionally pored over the report to figure out so many of my mal-adapations. My vision I know. I was blind in one eye until I was 2 and still have strabismus (lazy eye) and will for my entire life, but when you're trying to read a blackboard it's tough to do so. Even with bifocals my vision will be causing problems my entire life since that's not something they can fix, even if I tried Lasik.

I was also diagnosed with an auditory processing issue (where I hear about 25-50%)  of what is said and I have to extrapolate the rest from context. 

I do not doubt this at all, and could put a copyright on "What?" since I have to say it so damn often, but again, would have been good to know back then, or in college, or in interviews...sigh. No wonder talking on the phone gives me anxiety, I can't read lips or see body language so it's difficult to know that I'm replying to the correct statement.

And then there was the third dimension. It wasn't ADHD (or ADD as it was known at that time), but the official diagnosis was attention distribution disorder. It's where I pay equal attention to everything and cannot properly prioritize it, which I would say 100% I have. And it exhausts the fuck out of me. I don't even know if there's medication for that, but if there was I would take it since I just need to deal with the important things, not the minutiae.

Apparently I also have a flat affect when I'm challenged on these things, or cross to aggressive. After all, if you don't admit it then it doesn't exist, right? But I always kind of knew. I just had it confirmed.

I've worked out coping mechanisms for the vision, hearing, and attention, but if I actually give myself time to think about it I realize how much of my energy it takes just to deal with all of it. The spoons analogy is real and happens on the regular, which people who don't have chronic conditions can't appreciate.

My whole life seems to be playing catch up since I wasn't told that these are my limitations, even though my parents knew by the time I was 12, and the dysfunctional coping mechanisms I used in between caused so many problems. I won't go off of them since I'm sure they thought they were doing the right thing. But I am angry, and probably always will be. Why wait to tell me? Better to know the truth rather than go through the pain of experiencing my failures again...and again...and again...