TenMinutes wrote:
I was diagnosed in the late 60's. My mom stopped cooperating with my treatment not long into it, and I "got better" on my own. Apparently. I learned to walk and talk, anyway. Went to a normal school, on to college, have until very recently been able to support myself. As far as my mom was concerned, I did alright.
Thing is, I've been miserable my whole life. But mom didn't tell me I was autistic until I was 35.
I consider this missed opportunity on a whole host of levels. First, I lost thirty years of trying to improve my situation. Probably the most important thirty years of my life. Secondly, care would probably have been covered by insurance when I was a kid, and my parents instead did nothing.
Did I miss out on anything? Was care in the 70's actually useful?
I would like to have been taught coping skills, and been taught what NT signals mean, rather than taking decades to discover them by myself.
We're the same age, and our stories seem pretty similar. I think there are 2 sides to not getting help earlier
Positive--Learning to cope out of necessity.
Negative--Huge gaps in those coping mechanisms. Not understanding myself well enough to make informed choices. Not understanding that other people don't experience sensory stimulation and process information the way I do.
But the level of psychological understanding of autism was awful in the 1970s, so I don't know what would have been better. In today's environment, I'm very glad that my son has an early diagnosis.
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