Sometimes it’s hard to love myself through ASD #Autism #Femaleautism #ASD #AspergersSyndrome #Femaleaspbergers #Aspie
So today I was required to fill 8 vials of blood for a blood test and eventhough that gave me anxiety I knew that I’d done blood tests before and the big bad I was building it up to in my head was untrue. I had the usual nervousness but my doctor struggled to find a vein (fairly normal). She jabbed me and I did my thing of clicking my other hand and breathing to help through the sensory overload that comes with a needle beneath my skin. The prick doesn’t hurt me it’s the needle being under my skin that does. She started to dig around saying my vein was slipping away and I was struggling more and more to tell my brain that everything was gonna be okay. She gave up eventually went to the next test and said she’d try again after. The problem was I slowly started to have a panic attack (thought it coulda be shock still don’t know) where I went pale, struggled to control my pulse and my breathing and then I kept tearing up at the thought of going again.
In the end I was crying begging my mum that we come back another day (she reminded me I’m 18 and it’s fully my choice).
I decided to forego the blood test today and instead am so utterly disappointed in myself that I couldn’t just push past my problems and do it so that I wasn’t an inconvenience on other people. My mum reminded me that normal people struggle with blood tests and needles but I just really hate the ASD today because I just wanted to be able to do it so bad. It’s things like today that make me feel less. Some days I wish I was normal.