I was supposed to get tested for autism yesterday, or so I was told… but all I had to do was put myself on the waiting list to be tested, and county testing can take anywhere from six to nine months. So I’m going to ask my psychiatrist about it when I see him next month (technically I see a nurse practitioner, but at a psychiatric clinic, so I’m sure that someone can get me in for the testing that I’m told I need there… I mean, it’s a full-blown psychiatric facility that caters to all kinds of diagnoses). I’ll do whatever I have to do to get the diagnosis on paper, especially because so many people have indicated that they suspect that I am autistic and I would like to have diagnoses for things that I have. There’s also the fact that my mother medically neglected me while I was a child, which I’m not entirely sure I’ve covered in here, but I do aim to cover it at some point. I know I covered the months that led up to her death, but I don’t think I covered the fact that she as my primary caregiver actually severely medically neglected me as a child, and neglected me in general.

I suppose I should come up with some kind of tag for this to make organizing it more easier.

I guess that will happen in time.

At my request, I’m going to be having an assessment done to see if I am autistic (I know I am, though, and everyone that knows me well enough knows that I am or speculates that I am, so this should not be a surprise to anyone). The psychiatrist that got me in a week before that said that he saw autistic traits in me and that it wasn’t a bad thing, although describing my medical history to him made it clear that my mother did not work any of my childhood disabilities up or even take me to the doctor as appropriate. My shot record makes it clear that she stopped taking me to well visits at age six, and I remember her getting a nastygram from the school about me not being caught up on shots, and she made it clear that scheduling an appointment for them and then taking me to it was the most inconveniencing thing in the world from her. She also did not make appointments to get me shots that came out as I was a child, and I never got the Hepatitis B shot series or even the chicken pox shot as a child. My mother also had it suggested to her multiple times by people that worked with me in elementary school that I was neurodiverse and quite likely autistic. She refused to get me tested. (She also refused to pay for braces when I actually went to one dental visit, and she would not pay for large cavities on my top front teeth to be filled. At the time, my dad made enough money so that none of this would even be a problem. Instead, she spent all of his money on herself.

Tomorrow’s going to be amusing, but I already know exactly what is going to happen, which is good.