Just shy of 34 years, was a little bit disappointed to find out that when I finally decided to get tested and shared it with my mom, she told me she’s quietly assumed my whole life and just never told me or did anything about it. I certainly could have used the resources, framework, and self understanding when I was younger instead of just thinking there was something wrong with me.
Something similar happened. Turns out my primary school didn’t believe in Autism, every family member mentioned it to my mum, but only my mum doubted so nobody ever brought it to me until I was put infront of a psychiatric nurse because my life was wrecked by the fact I was different
Something a bit like this happened with me. Apparently we did get an autism diagnosis sometime when I was a younger child, but we didn’t ultimately do much with that. I ended up in a social group or two in school for a little while, but they sucked and I eventually left them and we kind of just forgot about it. Fast forward to grad school when I burned out and got diagnosed with pretty severe depression and it came up again that I was autistic and that at least some of the depression probably came from the frustration that comes from the friction between my differences and society. It got so bad that I dropped out of grad school mere months before graduating and I’ve been moping around at home bouncing from one ineffective psych treatment to another.
Just shy of 34 years, was a little bit disappointed to find out that when I finally decided to get tested and shared it with my mom, she told me she’s quietly assumed my whole life and just never told me or did anything about it. I certainly could have used the resources, framework, and self understanding when I was younger instead of just thinking there was something wrong with me.
Something similar happened. Turns out my primary school didn’t believe in Autism, every family member mentioned it to my mum, but only my mum doubted so nobody ever brought it to me until I was put infront of a psychiatric nurse because my life was wrecked by the fact I was different
Something a bit like this happened with me. Apparently we did get an autism diagnosis sometime when I was a younger child, but we didn’t ultimately do much with that. I ended up in a social group or two in school for a little while, but they sucked and I eventually left them and we kind of just forgot about it. Fast forward to grad school when I burned out and got diagnosed with pretty severe depression and it came up again that I was autistic and that at least some of the depression probably came from the frustration that comes from the friction between my differences and society. It got so bad that I dropped out of grad school mere months before graduating and I’ve been moping around at home bouncing from one ineffective psych treatment to another.
Not the first time I hear this from parents! It infuriates me! Let’s pretend Jimmy’s leg is not broken, it’s going to be fine… sure mum/dad, sure…