Found the report the clinical psychologist did for my ASD diagnosis in 2017. Eight whole pages dedicated as to why I should be on the spectrum. Eight pages! Only one should be enough to describe why autism runs my life.
It was a jolting few minutes as I read every word. My childhood, my marriage, my working life, my social ineptitude, my traits. This all added up to a low score of 8. The scale for which someone is diagnosed with ASD runs from 7 to 22, 7 being the lowest and 22 the highest. So at least 8 is the mild end of the spectrum.
At the end of the report, the psychologist has written that the diagnosis qualifies me as disabled under the Disability Act UK 2010. Any future employers unlucky enough to take me on have to make “reasonable adjustments” while I’m in their employ. So just thinking back those 14 months to that momentous day hasn’t changed my characteristics. It’s still the same old me. And that will be the case until I shuffle off the mortal coil. Convincing people that this diagnosis plays a part in my life is a devil’s own job. Perhaps one day, people will understand. But for now, I have to put up with their ignorance and indifference.
Life goes on….but I have to live with this stigma everyday…