It’s been a while, I know. We’re currently in week 7 of Covid lockdown and most people have adjusted to the new normal. At least I have.
In November 2018 I wrote a blog post about not having autism anymore. I was always confused about how I could have a diagnosis of autism taken off me. I took to Twitter to find out if this had happened to anyone else and pretty much everyone was just as shocked as I was. I went through a long, detailed assessment under CAMHS and you can’t just wake up one morning and not be autistic.
I’ve spent the past year and a half in a state of confusion surrounding this diagnosis. I didn’t know whether I should put it on my UCAS application or tell the DVLA when I was reapplying for my provisional licence. My CPN even changed my care plan to read ‘Elements of Autistic Spectrum Disorder’ in line with what my previous psychiatrist had put on my letters after he told me I didn’t have it anymore.
Fast forward to yesterday. Wednesday 13th May 2020. I had a telephone appointment with my psychiatrist. It was brief but it didn’t really need to be any longer as I’m actually stable and probably the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. I raised my question around the autism diagnosis. He literally told me it had never been taken off me. 18 months of uncertainty for nothing!
Having the diagnosis doesn’t really matter to me much anymore. It’s nice to know so I can get support if I go back into education but other than that it’s just another label.
And I am more than my labels.