Richard Jewell
New Member
Greetings,
Washed up on these shores by a roundabout route. Life has been a bit heavy of late. My Wife has MS and I'm her carer, work is pretty bad at the moment, and I've got an horrendous shoulder injury that's killing me. To cap it all off I've had a bad reaction to the painkillers and ended up in Hospital, so I'm left with prescription grade co-codamol that isn't doing anything.
Life sure seems crap.
Anyway, I had a bit of a melt down and the GP packed me off form some counselling. The counsellor is a lovely Lady, very experienced, and straight away spotted something about me. After and hour of gently leading me round some questions the thinks I may be on the spectrum.
That was an interesting drive home as I mulled in my mind how my behaviour would seem to back that up. I always thought I was just a bit eccentric and almost revelled in it, but now...
I did a few of the online tests, consistently scoring 37-39 on all of them. I binned it as my brain quickly picked up pattern between the different tests, most of which seem to have been based upon the same underlying algorithm.
I mentioned it to the Missus, and she wasn't at all surprised. She says her Mum, a retired primary school teacher, had once confided in her that she thought I might be.
So off I went to the GP. She was very understanding, and took the time to have a proper chat and gently probe around the signs and symptoms. Satisfied with that she offered to refer me for further investigation, which I accepted.
I'm still a bit mixed up. My sister has dyspraxia and my son by my first Wife is autistic, which in my mind further serves to reinforce then possibility that I may be a little way on the spectrum myself. It doesn't worry me as such, but I'm nervous about the future in terms of coming to terms with it if I am, and adapting my life to suit.
I'd rather not say what I do for a living other than that its for a Government department, and a formal diagnosis would give me some legal protection from the way they treat me.
So here I am, in a nether World awaiting formal diagnosis. My counsellor thinks I may be, my GP thinks its possible, and having devoured every piece of information I can over the last 3 days I think it's likely I am. We shall see.
Washed up on these shores by a roundabout route. Life has been a bit heavy of late. My Wife has MS and I'm her carer, work is pretty bad at the moment, and I've got an horrendous shoulder injury that's killing me. To cap it all off I've had a bad reaction to the painkillers and ended up in Hospital, so I'm left with prescription grade co-codamol that isn't doing anything.
Life sure seems crap.
Anyway, I had a bit of a melt down and the GP packed me off form some counselling. The counsellor is a lovely Lady, very experienced, and straight away spotted something about me. After and hour of gently leading me round some questions the thinks I may be on the spectrum.
That was an interesting drive home as I mulled in my mind how my behaviour would seem to back that up. I always thought I was just a bit eccentric and almost revelled in it, but now...
I did a few of the online tests, consistently scoring 37-39 on all of them. I binned it as my brain quickly picked up pattern between the different tests, most of which seem to have been based upon the same underlying algorithm.
I mentioned it to the Missus, and she wasn't at all surprised. She says her Mum, a retired primary school teacher, had once confided in her that she thought I might be.
So off I went to the GP. She was very understanding, and took the time to have a proper chat and gently probe around the signs and symptoms. Satisfied with that she offered to refer me for further investigation, which I accepted.
I'm still a bit mixed up. My sister has dyspraxia and my son by my first Wife is autistic, which in my mind further serves to reinforce then possibility that I may be a little way on the spectrum myself. It doesn't worry me as such, but I'm nervous about the future in terms of coming to terms with it if I am, and adapting my life to suit.
I'd rather not say what I do for a living other than that its for a Government department, and a formal diagnosis would give me some legal protection from the way they treat me.
So here I am, in a nether World awaiting formal diagnosis. My counsellor thinks I may be, my GP thinks its possible, and having devoured every piece of information I can over the last 3 days I think it's likely I am. We shall see.