Tag: my diagnostician
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I don’t know what happened to me
Or actually, I do know… basically, when I realised I’m autistic, a lot of things suddenly made sense to me. Especially the frequent misunderstandings with people. I then thought, well, it has to be like that, there’s no help here. I’m autistic, therefore I’m impossible to communicate with. There’s no way out of it. I…
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Trying to break up with my psychiatric nurse
As I said yesterday my psychiatric nurse refused to confirm that I’m being monitored by my diagnostician, yet, she doesn’t seem to be too bothered by this unusual belief (as usual), even though I now believe my diagnostician took over my boyfriend and is giving him speech and language therapy. I am kind of annoyed…
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I’m getting seriously paranoid
As you may know, I believe at times (well, most of the time) that I’m being monitored by my diagnostician for a little bit now.., it’s a long story but at first it wasn’t anything big and I didn’t pay much attention. Most of the time I actually thought it was only part of my…
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Why I never doubt my diagnosis
It looks like I’m having a blogging day today. It always happens when I feel low. Which is, I suspect, caused by grief. I’m not totally sure though, I just know that I’m sad, pretty much since I woke up. Grief would make sense though. And obviously the war. Shirley, the radio station manager, was…
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I just realised something (the importance of indirect communication)
When I realised I’m autistic and that there are levels of communication that I don’t get, I started paying more attention to what is being said in non direct way. For that I didn’t need anyone to prompt me (I described here a while ago how my diagnostician prompted me to see other people perspectives).…
Autistic and me 