conuly

And he basically said that, while he'd like to meet with me at least a few more times to make suresure, he can fairly safely say that, yes, I'm an aspie. Nothing I didn't already know, but there were a few stressful moments of doubt :)

And to think, for some, the stress would be that they might actually be autistic, not the other way around. Of course, for me to say otherwise would pretty much mean saying that I was wrong my entire life when I saw that I wasn't quite normal, and I saw that ages before I knew about autism at all. So, apparently, did my parents, but they never told me. I kinda wish they had, I might've liked to have known. *shrugs*

Actually, my mom was very happy about that because she and my dad did try to get me diagnosed as, well, anything correct when I was younger, and they'd (psychologist type people, not my parents) apparently either completely misdiagnose me as something that I clearly wasn't, or they would think I didn't need any sort of diagnosis because, after all, for all they knew I was a smart kid who read a lot, and maybe I didn't speak too clearly but that was obviously because of my very crooked teeth, and as soon as that was fixed and I had speech therapy, my frustration would end, I'd stop having tantrums, and I'd be social because I'd be able to speak. So it's nice being belatedly vindicated.