It feels like there should be some trepidation around the start of this new year, after the global shitshow of the last two. But even in the midst of winter fatigue, when life feels a bit like wading through treacle, I am full of hope for the future. Past experience tells me that this is not forever; that there are better times ahead.
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Are you happiest alone, or do you need someone with you to feel happy and safe? Or is it actually a mixture of the two? It’s taken me a long time to give myself permission to live in a way that makes me happy, without worrying about other people finding it odd that I’m happiest when I’m ‘alone together’ with someone I love and trust.
I’ve had a few people messaging me lately to ask how to go about getting an adult autism assessment. I wrote an Insta post about my own experience a while ago, but here’s some more detail for those of you who are self diagnosed and looking to get a formal diagnosis.
Autism is a neurotype, not an illness. It doesn’t cause mental illness either. What causes mental illness in autistic people is having to contort ourselves to fit into a neurotypical world.
It was pretty anticlimactic in the end… a letter in the post summarising the doctor’s observations and concluding with the words “I feel that a diagnosis of an Autism Spectrum Disorder, on the milder end of the spectrum, is justified”.
It does feel slightly ridiculous. Though I did enjoy the moment when I told my wife about the school reports and she said, hilariously, “Was the fact that you still have all your school reports, and know where they are, part of the assessment?” (she may be onto something there).
Two conversations I had last weekend have made me wonder how my life might have been different had I been diagnosed with Asperger’s as a child. A good friend told me how much respect she had for the things I’ve achieved in my life, despite the challenges ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) brings; and my parents wanted to know how a diagnosis might help someone – child or adult – with ASD.
So what’s it like being assessed by a mental health team? A bit like being in one of my psychotherapy sessions, but with two counsellors instead of one. And they’re both complete strangers to me. Oh, and this time, it’s, like, a test…
According to all the reading I’ve done, it’s increasingly being recognised that the condition presents differently in females than in males, too (which probably partly explains why it took me so long to work out that I had it). So I’m going to start by telling you the bit I really know about: what Asperger’s means for me.
And there have been some who have challenged my decision to pursue a diagnosis. (I am still the same person; I’m a lovely person with lots of great qualities; we all have our differences, our quirks and eccentricities; what’s the use of labelling myself? It won’t change anything at this stage. And if I fail to get a diagnosis won’t I just feel even worse?)