Tomorrow morning is part 2 (of 2) of my diagnosis. I am 42 now. I am pretty sure myself that I am autistic, I have not found a better explanation for my life being the “shape” that it is.
I would be gutted if a professional decided that I do not belong here though. Fingers crossed that I have guessed right, and that the doc see me as I am, not just my mask.
Thank you. This is my hope. I had previously decided (loosely) that I didn’t need a diagnosis, and that I would just muddle through. Can’t remember now exactly what triggered it, but a few weeks ago I decided this is worth pursuing. I have done a few questionnaires and it all points the same way. Soon, I can stop wondering!
It was definitely the case for me. I was looking up symptoms because I had a student that a other teacher said she thought might be autistic, so I wanted to see what the signs are. Reading through the list, I was like “Holy shit…it me!” My coworkers were floored that I didn’t know I was autistic because they had spotted it right away. I told my mom, and she said, “Yeah…you’re dad and I always thought you might be.”
So I got tested at age 46 and got the diagnosis. Easy peasy. I mean apart from having to wait a few years until the right combination of health insurance, mental state, covid safety, and diagnosticians came along so that I wouldn’t have to pay $1500 out of pocket.