Living with Autism

Getting a formal diagnosis for ASD to get support

It’s a foggy and cold start to what is unofficially called a ‘hump day’ and dreading how the next hour of my life may unfold. Of course it means I am running through possible scenarios, which I categorise as high, medium or low in likelihood.

It starts with trying to predict how long I will have to endure waiting amongst actually sick people in the busy waiting room, leads my thoughts to what wonderful new variants of the common cold I could pick up and ends with total confusion as to what I should actually say to my GP to get the ball rolling. After all, neuro-typicals don’t like a blunt approach and while he is my GP he is also a human being, so I aim to be considerate.