Went to the assigned psychologist for the Florida Vocational Rehab office yesterday. He was complete crap.
First off, I tried to confirm that I wouldn’t be paying any out of
pocket expenses for this visit with the VR office. They never called me
back.
Secondly, the guy was a general psychologist, when I needed a specialist, preferably a neuropsychiatrist. At least someone who was familiar with ASD at all!
Thirdly, the guy assumed that because I had a very small amount of
friends, I was not on the autism spectrum. There was no asking about how
I worked my ass off to get up the courage to make them and keep them.
The guy assumed that because I had one boyfriend for a short time at
the very end of high school that I was not on the autism spectrum. I
broke up with Denny after a couple months because it was just too weird
being close to another person, but he never asked me to elaborate.
I’m sitting on the couch in his office stimming, because it is a new
area and I’m not used to it so go ahead OPEN THE DAMN WINDOW! MAKE IT
LOUDER IN THERE! “It’s just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”
He did not ask me about interests. He dismissed my claims that I
could not touch goopy/slimy/sticky stuff without physically recoiling.
He blew off my not talking till I was 4, cause I ‘just didn’t feel like
it’ back then.
I tried to tell him about my interest in rocks and minerals, but I
could not possibly be autistic because I channeled that interest into a
competition. I collect knowledge on them, I don’t collect the rocks
themselves, for the most part. Florida is not geologically rich, you
know. I have two cases of different mineral examples that Mom got me
when we went to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum, my flint, and my
different limestone examples and that’s it.
And then, when I blew him away on the learning tests, he got pissed
off at me. I should not have been able to deal so quickly with the
arranging. And he complained that I was over thinking things. When you
have to pick out the set of flowers that go with the rest of the group, I
picked the only non-orchid, because, you know, the group I was trying
to match it with were all non-orchids. No. The answer was the orchid
picture with three blossoms. To that I say, WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!
Today was not a good day.
