Fatheringautism

So... last Wednesday I had a meltdown of epic proportions at work. Intense conversations ensued with my dad as I completely stopped functioning and generally became a bit of a nightmare. Came round a bit last Friday to say decide something needed to happen, but I didn’t have the first clue where to start.

Doctors was the first thing, but as I explained to my dad me + stress + doctors = not getting the help I need as I cannot articulate effectively. Lightbulb moment! A letter explaining things. Now this letter wasn’t pretty... autism, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, insomnia, restricted diet... made me cringe just reading it back to myself! Nevertheless, I plodded on to the surgery on Monday with letters in hand to take the first step.

Now what I didn’t expect was the doctor to completely bypass the depression and suicidal thoughts, only the anxiety was focused on. It was there in writing, in front of his face. I was told no decision was to be reached there and then as further tests needed to be done to rule out other possible conditions. This I was ok with, but what I wasn’t ok with was having to wait well over a month for appointments to start the ball rolling. I called my dad in tears, telling him I had messed up. He told me I hadn’t messed up, but they had and next came the avalanche of call backs from my dad.

I don’t know how the hell he does it...but next thing I had an appointment for Wednesday to have the initial tests, care assessment booked and a doctors appointment for a week later to get results. Next he’s helping me with my occupational health meeting for work in regards to getting my adjustments pushed through. That was pretty successful actually!

Had a flurry of emails and calls today about co-ordinating peer support... when he gets going you can’t stop him!

The thing that really filled me up with love was the emails themselves. Some of the things he wrote was so sweet, it melted my heart to read them, #Autism #AspergersSyndrome #Family #Fatheringautism