Just got back from my diagnostic interview at TEACCH. I have forms to fill out and turn in, at which point I will be on the wait list for an official diagnosis. As I “passed” the intake interview round, they agree that I’m almost certainly on the spectrum and want to work out precisely where (useless as that may be in 2 years and the new DSM). Having my mom there was, in a lot of ways, anxiety provoking, but it was also really helpful to have someone corroborate stuff from my childhood, and she remembered things I didn’t or couldn’t. I’ll do the forms over the weekend and take them in Tuesday.

The interviewer was very nice, and didn’t seem bothered at all that I made it through college before I needed help–she said that it’s not unusual with the adult population they see. I knew at that point that this would be alright, that they weren’t misinformed or lazy or ill-equipped. They work with people like me.

I have a job interview tomorrow to work as a youth counsellor for an outreach program. I really hope it ends in a job. Oh, a job. Never thought I’d miss that.