I would have to question whether ignorance is bliss. I guess the answer is whether not knowing about something is something you can live with.
I know my Diary is the reason I didn’t know about my disability earlier, but in terms of ignorance is bliss, in my case it didn’t work, because not knowing about my disability and its many symptoms, meant I became angry and irritated instead.
On one side I was being protected, because I would have ended up in a special needs school, wearing calipers to help me walk, but on the flip side, not knowing meant I was continually being exposed to problems and that caused me anxiety and stress.
Ignorance isn’t really bliss. For me, living in ignorance left me with confusion. I was always being labelled and that label stuck: no one thinking the way I was had anything to do with my disability. That added to even more frustration.
Being angry made things worse, because it was easy for others to make and see me as the scapegoat, and that’s how it played out.