Thank you.
What I find more anxiety-inducing is that my psychologist told me, without any knowledge of my history other than the fact that I have lots of panic attacks, that I can't be autistic.
When I insisted that I want a formal diagnosis, he said that I'm not a doctor, so...
I told him that answers like his are what made me not trust doctors. When I was a child and stopped speaking, my doctor told me to speak with my toys. When I complained with shortness of breath and weesing, another doctor told me that I just wanted to have asthma. Had to wait decades to be diagnosed with asthma, when my lungs finally decided they had had too much.
He still just said that I'm not a doctor and know nothing and should just take the 4 anxiety meds they want me to take.
But those meds don't really help. They make me jittery and jumpy, not calmer. They give me headaches, nausea, dizziness and make me feel like my skin wants to run away from me.
But the panic attacks persist, I still have meltdowns every time I am forced to go to work or get out of my house.
I feel ridiculous sitting in my bed having a tantrum because I don't want to go outside. But I can't help it, can't stop myself.
I used to be able to go out.
I didn't like it, but knew there wasn't much of a choice. So I'd take a deep breath before opening my door and going outside.
Then I'd put on my fake smile and tried to be polite to the neighbours.
I don't feel able to do that anymore. It's too much. I want to tell people to stay away and not to talk to me, to just let me be. But I can't.
Sorry for the rant