Lucky ducks
I got incredibly lucky today.
Today was the day of visiting the state doctor who would see if I was telling the truth for the disability insurance appointment. I was dreading this because trying to convince people that I have Asperger's syndrome is a very tedious task sometimes. Being high functioning sucks at points like this.
After filling out a ridiculous amount of paperwork with some ridiculous questions that I didn't understand but I imagine they were there for other things beyond just my sort of stuff we - my mom and I - met with the doctor. He didn't want to let my mom in, but I insisted. She promised to stay quiet.
The Doctor and I started going through the form and he asked me questions. When we got to the diagnosis of the Asperger's he wanted to know who diagnosed me. He asked this sort of sharply. So I told him the name of the person who diagnosed me.
Everything changed when I told him.
You see, the doctor turns out to be 1. The guy who helped create the definition of Asperger's syndrome. 2. The guy who mentored the person who diagnosed me. They wrote like fifty papers together. 3. The guy who was my brother's physician when my brother was in the hospital for help after he was first diagnosed. 4. He'd heard of my personal shrink, who was a student at the same place he worked at.
He spent the next ten minutes talking about how much he liked working with the person who diagnosed me and how wonderful she was and he and my mom chatted. She told him how much he did for my brother and how wonderful it was to see him again. Etc. Etc.
After that he said that he'd get things put in order for us and didn't ask any more questions. Apparently the diagnosis from his student was good enough for him.
It was such a relief though to not have to convince him of the Asperger's. Here was one guy who knew what he was talking about!
Now I just have to get through Thursday.
Today was the day of visiting the state doctor who would see if I was telling the truth for the disability insurance appointment. I was dreading this because trying to convince people that I have Asperger's syndrome is a very tedious task sometimes. Being high functioning sucks at points like this.
After filling out a ridiculous amount of paperwork with some ridiculous questions that I didn't understand but I imagine they were there for other things beyond just my sort of stuff we - my mom and I - met with the doctor. He didn't want to let my mom in, but I insisted. She promised to stay quiet.
The Doctor and I started going through the form and he asked me questions. When we got to the diagnosis of the Asperger's he wanted to know who diagnosed me. He asked this sort of sharply. So I told him the name of the person who diagnosed me.
Everything changed when I told him.
You see, the doctor turns out to be 1. The guy who helped create the definition of Asperger's syndrome. 2. The guy who mentored the person who diagnosed me. They wrote like fifty papers together. 3. The guy who was my brother's physician when my brother was in the hospital for help after he was first diagnosed. 4. He'd heard of my personal shrink, who was a student at the same place he worked at.
He spent the next ten minutes talking about how much he liked working with the person who diagnosed me and how wonderful she was and he and my mom chatted. She told him how much he did for my brother and how wonderful it was to see him again. Etc. Etc.
After that he said that he'd get things put in order for us and didn't ask any more questions. Apparently the diagnosis from his student was good enough for him.
It was such a relief though to not have to convince him of the Asperger's. Here was one guy who knew what he was talking about!
Now I just have to get through Thursday.