i got paired up with a new therapist who specializes in and works primarily with neurodivergent patients. i felt comfortable enough to tell her that i’m autistic. she asked if i’ve ever received a formal diagnosis- i said no, because i’ve attempted in the past and i’ve been turned down because i’m “too articulate,” i “speak too well,” and they see my feminine deadname and that i’m legally AFAB and dismiss me, because “women can’t be autistic”.
my therapist told me that self-diagnosis is valid.
as we continued to talk through that session, she readily pointed out several autistic behaviors that i had been displaying without even realizing; i began infodumping about queer history and psychology without even realizing it, which she pointed out and then remarked that those are definitely special interests of mine. i felt floored. i knew these things about myself, but she acknowledged them effortlessly without hesitation.
in the next session, she pointed out that my tendency to re-analyze social interactions well past the time that they are over is also an autistic trait, and that i wasn’t ruminating anxiously, but rather that’s just how many autistic people process- we “over” analyze things in ways that allistics do not. it’s difficult for many of us to figure out the entirety of what’s happening in the moment, we process over time.
after that, she told me that during our next session, she wanted to spend that appointment talking about my special interests so she could get a better picture of me- specifically using that wording, calling them special interests.
after years of trying and failing to get acknowledgement for my neurotype, all it took was one therapist who specializes in neurodivergence to see the signs. one. sometimes all it takes is one person to make the difference. don’t give up if you think you are autistic and are struggling to get a diagnosis or just recognition for it. it doesn’t mean you’re wrong. the average allistic knows nothing about how autism actually presents itself, only what they know from media, memes and mean jokes. sometimes all it takes is meeting one person who knows what autism looks like.
don’t give up. you know who you are.