Okay, I must admit something:
I have not been diagnosed, or, more technically speaking, my diagnosis was never recorded and put into my medical record.
When I was eighteen months old, I displayed many symptoms of autism— sensory issues, a delay in verbal language (I used baby sign language that my mom had taught me), stimming (I would spin and spin up to five minutes straight without displaying signs of dizziness), and a need for strict routine.
A doctor did diagnose me, but my mom didn't want me to have to grow up with that label, especially since there was a still lot of negative stigma surrounding autism.
My mom and I have recently agreed that I am in fact autistic, and I could have it diagnosed now that I am an adult. However, I currently don't see any reason to be diagnosed professionally, other than the fact I could say that I have been. Perhaps sometime in the future I could ask for a diagnosis, but that will have to arise do circumstances, and I have no way of knowing what.
And, if such problems do arise, I could probably start seeing a therapist again.
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Weird: Life on the Autistic Spectrum
Não FicçãoI am autistic. I was the girl who could spin for several minutes on end without getting dizzy. I was the girl who couldn't stand the texture of mashed potatoes or certain fabrics but could could get a shot without so much as even flinching. I was th...
