Well, one reason it may not have been diagnosed when I was a kid is because of my mom. She seemed to have a negative opinion of any sort of mental or emotional disorder (for example, when my depression was finally diagnosed when I was 17, and I'd been dealing with it since I was 12 or so, she just told my psychiatrist to give me pills, she didn't care what, just give me pills to fix it), probably due to her own depression. When I'd get fidgety or do inappropriate things in church, for example, she'd hiss at me "Beth Lynn! Stop being autistic!" So, yeah. She only dealt with her own depression when she was two steps away from Child Protective Services coming in and taking us away, back when I was a senior in high school (my 15 year old sister had started smoking and mouthing off about how crazy my family was to everyone, and I was literally living in a tent in the backyard at that point)