What a day. What a week. Waiting for the testing results and waiting for the psychologist to call. She finally did after I called the second time and the receptionist could tell I was crying. I tried not to, I was very anxious to end the call, but didn’t want to be rude.
The psychologist called me back and explained it was a misunderstanding and said it was okay. I was just glad she had called me.
I’ve been going back and forth for months now, but its finally official. The results came in a long 5 page document.
I have ASD. Level 2 with severe anxiety.
I don’t know if its good or bad yet.
I really don’t know how to feel. When the psychologist called this morning, I cried during the call, after the call, then cried in the shower.
Am I the same person or am I different? I’ve been like this my whole life. Will this change who I am? or will I be the same?
Too may questions buzzing around my head. I thought the diagnosis would be a relief, to finally know after all this time; but It wasn’t.
It just created more bees.
Maybe in a few days, weeks, months, I’ll be okay with it, but for now, the Schrodinger cat is out of the box and it can’t be put back in.
(c) ASD and me 2019
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