Well it went OK, I think it could have gone better (i.e. been more engaged) but I don't think that was down to me, actually.
The doctor was nice enough, an indian gentleman. He seemed to want to know more about ASD; whether because he doesn't know much about it, or because he wants my experience of it, I do not know. Anyway most of the session was short questions about that; do I collect anything, how am I with eye contact, what is my social life like.
One thing though, he started the session with some really basic questions and I don't know why. For example, could I tell him the date, the year, the town I live in. I kind of aspie-d the first few actually (pro conversation skills
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him- do you know who the current prime minister is?
me- yes.
him- ... so, who is it...?
me- oh, right. Theresa May.
I thought that was a little strange but maybe they have to ask stuff like that. About halfway through the session he asked me how I did in school, was I below average or 'a scholar' as he put it. After I told him my grades, his attitude and line of questioning changed quite a bit. He was less condescending anyway, though I can't see why he'd presume I was stupid or ignorant in the first place.
Because his questions were quite clinical I didn't feel any emotion while I was there. Whenever I met with the uni therapist I was an emotional wreck by the end lol. I did remember something I'd forgotten though. He asked me about my relationship with my parents, and I described my fear of being told off. Anyway I remembered that when I was 16-17, I was cycling to college and I got hit by a car. Not too badly, just cuts & bruising on my leg and minor bike damage, the driver pulled out of a junction without looking. I never told my parents because I thought I would get into trouble. I even took my bike in for repair in secret. I don't know how much of that is their influence and how much of it is me, but I've got some serious issues there. That's just weird
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