Good morning Era
For a little background, I'm 35, and while I've not really had any actionable mental health crises, have had episodes of mild depression and my mum had severe bipolar disorder which has always been a worry for me throughout my life.
Anyway. In the last couple of years my mental health has took a few knocks. Although I was estranged from my mum, learning of her death at 49 last year is something I still have not processed yet. Coupled with my team at work moving to a new department, under a new boss which has led to a massive increase in attention on the team, along with the stress of being blamed for more things than we were ever responsible for has made my role at work from pleasure to painful.
So that, coupled with the day to day stress of 2 children has lessened my ability to cope with "normal shit" to the point where everything is stressful rather than something simple to deal with and cope with. I booked myself in with my GP for an assessment by their mental health team in response to this. The lady there was the nice, and we spent 30 minutes or so going over everything including my upbringing etc. Again my mum had Bipolar and my parents divorced before I was 10, leaving me with my dad. My dad was also a violent alcoholic who was literally a Jeremy Kyle episode.
So, describing this, and saying how my usual coping mechanisms were not working, I was stopped by the nicest 100mph train you could think of. "So, going by your mannerisms and nature, I'm going to say you need assessing for being on the Autism spectrum".
I went in expecting an assessment for CBT, and suddenly it turns into an assessment on myself on this level? Wasn’t really prepared for such a dramatic and quick change in focus of the assessment.
So, done the initial assessment (For those outside the UK, it's a 2 stage multiple choice questionnaire sued as a pre-referral filter). Well, half of it. The first stage scores you out of 10, with anything over 5 worth further investigation. I scored 10. Because of course I fucking did.
I completed the assessment and got a dual track referral for CBT and for diagnosis into this too. I walked out stunned that someone could so easily and directly tell something I have spent probably my entire life trying to prove wasn't a thing. I hate labels, and have always wanted to be treated as me, rather than something, rather than someone. As a child I didn't talk until I was 3, and from then, the underlying cause while unknown, or uninvestigated, I felt that being on the autism spectrum would be a lazy way to dismiss it, so never really addressed it, or seen it as a major factor to do so.
However as a parent, it needs addressing because of course, my children may need support in similar ways. So the excuses for myself have ran out. So it'll be dealt with. But still, for something to be apparently fucking obvious to everyone, yet ignored by myself for so long is a bit shit. Sorry for the rant but I just wanted to get something out there.
TLDR: Yesterday I learned something I probably knew, but always wanted to deny.
For a little background, I'm 35, and while I've not really had any actionable mental health crises, have had episodes of mild depression and my mum had severe bipolar disorder which has always been a worry for me throughout my life.
Anyway. In the last couple of years my mental health has took a few knocks. Although I was estranged from my mum, learning of her death at 49 last year is something I still have not processed yet. Coupled with my team at work moving to a new department, under a new boss which has led to a massive increase in attention on the team, along with the stress of being blamed for more things than we were ever responsible for has made my role at work from pleasure to painful.
So that, coupled with the day to day stress of 2 children has lessened my ability to cope with "normal shit" to the point where everything is stressful rather than something simple to deal with and cope with. I booked myself in with my GP for an assessment by their mental health team in response to this. The lady there was the nice, and we spent 30 minutes or so going over everything including my upbringing etc. Again my mum had Bipolar and my parents divorced before I was 10, leaving me with my dad. My dad was also a violent alcoholic who was literally a Jeremy Kyle episode.
So, describing this, and saying how my usual coping mechanisms were not working, I was stopped by the nicest 100mph train you could think of. "So, going by your mannerisms and nature, I'm going to say you need assessing for being on the Autism spectrum".
I went in expecting an assessment for CBT, and suddenly it turns into an assessment on myself on this level? Wasn’t really prepared for such a dramatic and quick change in focus of the assessment.
So, done the initial assessment (For those outside the UK, it's a 2 stage multiple choice questionnaire sued as a pre-referral filter). Well, half of it. The first stage scores you out of 10, with anything over 5 worth further investigation. I scored 10. Because of course I fucking did.
I completed the assessment and got a dual track referral for CBT and for diagnosis into this too. I walked out stunned that someone could so easily and directly tell something I have spent probably my entire life trying to prove wasn't a thing. I hate labels, and have always wanted to be treated as me, rather than something, rather than someone. As a child I didn't talk until I was 3, and from then, the underlying cause while unknown, or uninvestigated, I felt that being on the autism spectrum would be a lazy way to dismiss it, so never really addressed it, or seen it as a major factor to do so.
However as a parent, it needs addressing because of course, my children may need support in similar ways. So the excuses for myself have ran out. So it'll be dealt with. But still, for something to be apparently fucking obvious to everyone, yet ignored by myself for so long is a bit shit. Sorry for the rant but I just wanted to get something out there.
TLDR: Yesterday I learned something I probably knew, but always wanted to deny.