I got my results back today. Amongst a plethora of depressive and mood disorders, I have been officially diagnosed with Asperger's. I figured it would come back as such, but it's still emotional. Just like getting Ricky's diagnosis of autism; we knew that was the answer, but it didn't make it any less upsetting.
I'm not sure what my next step is, although the jerk doctor I went to (who is closing his practice at the end of this week!?!?) suggested I go for counseling and medication to deal with the anxiety and depression. He gave me a list of doctors he would recommend. I'm going to see what I can come up with on my own first. Can't really afford doctors and pills right now, anyway.
Fairly positive, support responses so far. Friends on Facebook have said, hey no problem, we still love you! Ian has been supportive, and even let me order a couple of books that may be useful. Can't wait to get them. My sisters have been positive about it. Mom, on the other hand, didn't answer my text when I told her (I was too upset at the time to "talk" to anyone, so I just sent texts to a few select people -- Ian's the only person I called), and when I chatted with her online later in the afternoon, she didn't mention it. I figure if she's not going to say anything or ask anything, I'm not going to bring it up. She can avoid and deny it all she wants; I need to find ways to cope and move on.
Dad doesn't know, unless they've looked at Facebook, but I didn't tell him or my step-mom that I was getting tested. Their response to Ricky has been "he'll outgrow it." I don't have time for that nonsense.
My head has been throbbing all day, so I'm going to call it early night. Ricky won't stay in bed anyway, so I think he's about to get in trouble. We did get a 5-word sentence out of him today, though -- Ian was trying to put Vicks on his stuffy nose, and Ricky told him "stop it, leave me alone." Hey, progress is progress, right?!
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