Her verbal conclusion was 'I don't know!!!'
The formal written conclusion, because they had to draw one, was that she thinks it's down to childhood trauma. However, I think if I'd pushed for a diagnosis, she'd have gone the other way.
I just wanted to know. I didn't want a diagnosis because I'd pushed. I wanted to know what she genuinely thought.
There wasn't enough time to talk about all the autistic characteristics I have, because they spent the whole time asking me to do kids' doodles and looking at kids' story books about flying frogs.
I think upon reflection, I should have tried to force a conversation about my autistic traits, but it seemed to boil down to whether I could tell a story and make eye contact. I am able to do both, so can't possibly be autistic. Allegedly.
To be fair, I was in two minds about it, because some autistic people come across as useless, and I'm not useless. But social interaction isn't my strong point. I wrote about some of it in these stories, if you're interested, but never actually wrote about the assessment because a non diagnosis felt like an anti-climax.
