Lying "professionals" and assessment woes.

First of all, I'm angry, sweary and suicidal. If harsh language is going to bother you, then sod off. If you're made of tougher stuff, then any opinions will be gratefully received.

I'm female and in my 40's. I have lived with depression for most of my life, and have given up trying to find a treatment that I can tolerate. I have diagnosed ADHD. I have always suspected that I am missing at least one additional diagnosis. I honestly have no idea if I am autistic or not. In some ways, it makes so much sense I cannot see how I am not autistic. In other ways, who the Hell knows? I read Aspergirls, and most of it felt so familiar that it was as though someone had written a user manual for how to deal with me. (There were one or two things that didn't ring true as well, to be fair).  I first mentioned my suspicions to a psychiatrist I was seeing - this was about six years ago. She was really dismissive. I didn't mention it again. About a year later, I saw a psychopharmacologist. I asked him if he thought there was any chance I was autistic. He didn't even answer me. 

Fast forward a few years, and certain aspects of my behaviour were really causing issues. I asked him again, and he sent me an autism "questionnaire". It was only about ten questions, but I managed to query the validity of many of the questions. (I don't have the form in front of me, but one of them was something about identifying with characters when you're reading. I don't read fiction, so I didn't really know how to answer it). 

He then sent me a different, more detailed (Excel-based) questionnaire. Again, I do not have it in front of me. I think it was designed by a Cambridge-based research group, and was (IIRC) 50 general questions, and then 50 questions that were more based around "emotional intelligence". Off hand, I don't recall my score for the first section, but it was well in to "you may be autistic" territory. On the emotional intelligence section, I remember that I scored 11/50 :-( (In my defence, in the first section, you could use half numbers if you were not sure about something. For some reason, the second part only allowed you to use full integers. Before being forced off the fence, my score would have been 15/50. I'm aware that 30 % still constitutes a fail.)

(I should point out that the thing that scared me the most about this, wasn't that I scored 11/50 in the "emotional intelligence" section. It was that, despite this,  I still seem to have more empathy than many people who are employed within the NHS).

The psychopharmacologist wrote a letter to my GP, suggesting that I be assessed for autism. 

On the upside, I didn't have to wait too long to be seen. The bloke who was performing the assessment seemed nice. Possibly a little too nice. Not in a creepy or inappropriate way I should add. Just very sympathetic, and a part of me doesn't know what to do with that. I generally think I'm used to people hating me, but he was fairly good-looking and seemed kind. I know how lame and stupid this sounds, but I wanted him to like me. It made it more difficult to tell him things that would:

- possibly support an ASD diagnosis, but also

- make me look like a twat.

We had two diagnostic sessions, one in August, and one in September. I was supposed to see him in October, but I couldn't find anywhere to park at the centre where the assessment was being conducted. I finished up getting really stressed out and having a complete meltdown. The third appointment was re-arranged, but the psychologist had to cancel. Despite me telling them not to bother, they re-arranged another appointment for January. At the beginning of this session, the psychologist told me that he didn't believe that I was autistic, but he felt that it was important to have the third session, so that I didn't take the outcome "as a rejection". I was taken aback, and told him there were things that I was finding it difficult to tell him. He didn't make any effort to allow me to share these things, and it was clear that he had completely made up his mind. He said that he felt that my issues could be explained by trauma (something he didn't bother to put on the subsequent letter to my GP).

I have since pointed out that I felt that the unnecessary third appointment was unhelpful; he could have told me the outcome on the phone. In October. Since the diagnostic process had begun, I had moved to a different district. I had been under the impression that if I registered with a local GP, I would have to start the diagnostic procedure from scratch in my new location. They are now claiming that is not the case. But

- I don't think the psychologist realises the damage that he has caused by lying. The third appointment was not diagnostic. That he has lied about this has really re-enforced my opinion that healthcare workers cannot be trusted. I cannot understand why he will not tell the truth about this, regardless of the effect that this has had on his patient. 

- this left several months were I could not get the support that I needed.

- At the unnecessary third appointment, I was suicidal. The psychologist made one half-arsed attempt to enquire about my safety. That was it. 

- It also meant that I had to drive over an hour from where I was living, when I was in such a state that I probably shouldn't have actually been on the road. 

Questions. If you can answer any of these, it would be appreciated. Also, if you think that I'm asking the wrong questions, I am open to a discussion about it.

1) I'm female, in my 40's, and I hold a PhD. Is using a childrens' book to diagnose me considered appropriate? The psychologist asked me if I could find a narrative in this shitty, text-free, creepy AF book about flying frogs:

https://www.amazon.com/Tuesday-David-Wiesner/dp/0395870828

I could. Therefore, I cannot be autistic.

2) I can string a sentence together. Apparently my social skills are too good for me to be autistic. I queried this, and was told that they are confident that they can identify "masking" in female patients. I seriously doubt that this is the case. However, they also didn't offer up any evidence of exactly how they feel they could do this. Does anyone else have any experience of this?

3) The psychologist seemed unable to distinguish between contradictory features of ADHD and ASD. Is this a common issue? Can you have ASD and ADHD? (The kind of things I mean, is that I do like to learn new things. I made the point to him that I can enjoy exploring new places - I gave the example of Glastonbury Festival. It helps that I can walk around all day with a bottle of vodka in my hand, and I need to "retire" to my tent two or three times during the day to "decompress", and get away from the hoards of people).

4) I asked whether there was an inherent gender bias in their diagnostic approach (one psychologist, not a multidisciplinary team). They gave me several non-answers. Do you know if a single-psychologist approach is less likely to diagnose women with autism.

5) If my GP - who has got to know me better than he would probably like - had misgivings about the non-diagnosis, would he have offered to send me for a second opinion? Or would that be unprofessional of him (i.e. for him to suggest it)?

6) I have been lied to, and lied about by other healthcare "professionals". I cannot now imagine doing the whole sitting-down-and-getting-to-know-you-*** with another psychologist or psychiatrist. This basically means that I am as good as dead. My GP won't prescribe the only drug that kept me semi-functional; I cannot see my previous psychopharmacologist; and I can't sit down with someone new, as I cannot trust them. Any suggestions?

(It doesn't help that my former psychopharmacologist sought help for his own mental health problems in a different country, stating that his psychiatry colleagues were morons).

Most recently, I have been lied to and screwed around by the staff at Southmead Hospital in Bristol. The managers there told me to get my GP to refer me back to see my psychopharmacologist. After being messed around for months, having my complaint closed without resolution or notice, I finally lost my temper with one of the complaints managers and finished up actually shouting "how dare you?" at her. This is going to be my fault for daring to shout at the idiot woman.

As an aside - and I have no way of knowing if this is true - I heard an interesting story. Many years ago, I used to work at a university. I also used to smoke, so would get chatting to the same members of staff as we stood outside the building, puffing away. One of the academic members of staff told me that he had been sent to see an anger management-type counsellor. I didn't ask exactly what he had said or done, and he didn't tell me. He told me that the counsellor had told him that, probably in four out of five cases, they are sending him the wrong person. This would not surprise me. Anger is a perfectly natural human reaction when you are dealing with utter morons. How the *** are you supposed to keep your cool when you are dealing with people who are:

- thick as ***

- incompetent

- lying

- unhelpful

- completely unaware that they are thick, incompetent and unhelpful, and

- entirely unrepentant about being liars.

Seriously???

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    I am answering as an educated autistic woman.

    1. Yes - this technique formed part of my diagnosis

    2. Yes. Women present differently to men and have often spent years masking. The assessment is one person's educated opinion though so another specialist may disagree. 

    3. Many autistics have ADHD.

    4.It is not. I was diagnosed from speaking to a single assessor. I work in a uni where we assess many autistic females each year, they receive their diagnosis after seeing a single assessor 

    5.It wouldn't be unprofessional of him. He is a general practitioner rather than an autism specialist though so he may have no idea if your autistic or not

    6. If you were that worked up that going to the appt was dangerous you're the one who's in control of your life so you could have re-arranged again. The way you've written about your experiences it comes across as though the assessor cared for you and worried about how you'd take his opinion so he took time out of his busy schedule to see you. 

    There are millions of autistics and like NT we all present differently. However, you do seem to struggle a lot less than me in social situations e.g being able to chat to others whilst smoking.

    From your post, I can see how the assessor felt that the trauma you've experienced is having a significant impact on you. At the minute it seems like focusing on stabilising you MH and especially how you cope with difficult situations would be the most sensible, then seeking a second diagnosis when you have less health issues affecting you.

    If you'd feel more comfortable seeking private support, if you haven't already and are eligible, you could apply for PIP to pay for these additional cots.

  • Oh, and by the way, since I can walk and talk, the chances of me being able to claim PIP are slim-to-none. 

  • I cannot tell you you are wrong. Many professionals are exactly as you have found them. Some are not. But they cover each other’s backs anyway, including in charities. 

    All i can say is that you are not alone with the frustration you feel and anger. And getting a diagnosis doesn’t really resolve that, or change the world or attitudes. I guess all I want to say is hang on in there, step back a bit and look for alternatives. Support from people with similar problems is one area, because you are by no means alone. Other people here can suggest where they received support from and for what. Choose what works for you. I did find support from an exceptionally rare source ... a professional, but the NHS will be cutting that off soon. I don’t fill the criteria. I don’t put on an act either. I can walk away with my pride intact knowing I am resourceful.  I do find some books really helpful. Mostly they are written by other autists. We can help each other. We don’t need fancy qualifications. We have life experience. 

  • Go sleep, and we can pick this up in the morning. 

    I do think I bought chilli chocolate in Lidl the other day... but I kind of ate it so fast that I can't be sure it was chilli...

  • Not the vodka though. I’m getting too tired to hold a conversation. JoyJoy

  • Life gets more and more boring. I think other chocolate companies still make it. 

  • Never too old for a nice Pinotage. Tesco do a very drinkable one for £4.25 ;-) 

    Not sure what to say about the other :-D

  • M&S used to make a chilli chocolate flavoured vodka... it was divine. Sadly now discontinued :-(

  • I wouldn't mind if something chocolate exploded on me ;-)

  • Maybe I’m a chocolate pressure cooker! JoyJoy 

    Explosive too. 

    Yuk! That’d be messy!

  • I used to love music more than I loved anything. But now so much of it makes me feel sad. Sometimes, because it reminds me of when I could feel happiness. Othertimes, it reminds me of feeling sad or suicidal. 

    What do I like best? Am I a terrible person if I say "Pinotage and masturbation"?

  • I do understand what you mean, but that isn't what this feels like.

  • *whispers* faulty pressure cookers explode, not melt!! But I take your point, I wouldn't want to be near either!!

    I do understand what you mean. I don't know about for you... you state that it's too much bad stuff happening. For me, to get to complete meltdown territory, it's either a perfect storm (in a very immediate sense) or a contributory element of sensory overload. Even then, I can usually mask my response to some degree and have a complete meltdown in private. 

    I don't know about over coping? Have you ever seen Network? I have days where I just want to lean out of the window and shout "I'm mad as Hell and I'm not going to take it anymore..." (or whatever the exact quote is!).

  • And, yes. I’ve always thought some depressed people are realists, But, hey this is all we’ve got. Some of it is pleasurable. Music, nature, a cup of coffee in the morning. All mundane, yes, but it’s my life. What do you like best? 

  • Our messages crossed, I call uncharacteristic overwhelming feelings a meltdown. And it can be of the suicidal type. 

  • It’s just that when there’s too much bad stuff happening I go off like a faulty pressure cooker. A meltdown. And nobody tells me how to deal with it. Just wondering if you’ve been over coping for too long and now it’s too much? Just a thought. 

  • *laughs*

    Sweet of you to ask, but I'm not at what I would consider a meltdown.

    I suspect it's a whole different thread - and one that has probably been done before - of whether or not suicide can be a rational decision. Personally, I believe it can. I'm not in crisis, I'm not having some kind of meltdown or similar. I'm not - to use the terminology of the Mental Health Act - mentally disturbed. I've just had enough. There is no rational reason to believe that my situation will improve. Others may believe it's just because I haven't tried hard enough. I know the things I have done over the years. I cannot do any more. I cannot fight any more. Life is ***, and I cannot make it less ***. 

    "Normal" people delude themselves into believing that they are better at things than they are, and that they have more control over their lives than they do. Psychiatrists (or at least some of them, I don't wish to speak for the whole profession) believe that depressed people have a more realistic view of the World than people who are not depressed. 

    I can see the World for the pile of crap that it is.

  • I get overloaded sometimes and have a complete meltdown. Do you think you might be having one now? 

  • Well, I've run out of diazepam... but thanks for the positivity. You have at least distracted me from finishing the suicide note. (I believe the record stands at about 1900 pages... I don't think mine was heading towards being that long... !) :-) 

  • You’ve been through a lot. I genuinely hope you manage to get some sleep tonight and that you can cope better tomorrow. Goodnight JessicaJ. 

  • I struggle to deal with people, and that's got worse as I've got older. I just have nothing in common with "normal" people. You may not live in a palace, but I live in my dad's house, and effectively in one room. I'm in my 40's, and I feel as though I live in a bedsit. 

    My Mum in now in a care home, but it was so triggering for me when they were both here. It reminded me of being in my teens and just listening to them screaming abuse at each other. I was in my 40's, and curled up on my bed crying. It was pathetic. 

    I tried to ride out the storm... not so sure it worked. You'll be okay? Nope. Probably not.

    "Bank holidays are just really stressful". This one, not so much. It was August Bank Holiday two years ago that I was woken by my Dad, who said that he was worried about my Mum and "needed a little help". It was a bit of an understatement, tbh. I rang for an ambulance, and they said she needed chest compressions. I've done a first aid course, and it was a little different to trying perform them on little Resussie Annie (or whatever the Hell the doll is called).

    But thanks for the positive vibes!

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  • I struggle to deal with people, and that's got worse as I've got older. I just have nothing in common with "normal" people. You may not live in a palace, but I live in my dad's house, and effectively in one room. I'm in my 40's, and I feel as though I live in a bedsit. 

    My Mum in now in a care home, but it was so triggering for me when they were both here. It reminded me of being in my teens and just listening to them screaming abuse at each other. I was in my 40's, and curled up on my bed crying. It was pathetic. 

    I tried to ride out the storm... not so sure it worked. You'll be okay? Nope. Probably not.

    "Bank holidays are just really stressful". This one, not so much. It was August Bank Holiday two years ago that I was woken by my Dad, who said that he was worried about my Mum and "needed a little help". It was a bit of an understatement, tbh. I rang for an ambulance, and they said she needed chest compressions. I've done a first aid course, and it was a little different to trying perform them on little Resussie Annie (or whatever the Hell the doll is called).

    But thanks for the positive vibes!

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