Published on 12, July, 2020
Hi, I'm 62 and it's taken me until now to realise that my life has been shaped by the fact that I'm on the spectrum. Dyslexic and dyspraxic, an early lifetime of major social and personal traumas, difficulties and so much more. But I have reached a stage in my life when I am able to cope much better. I have learned, copied, practiced and rehearsed my way through life. I'm so much more aware of my difficulties, my thought processes and my limitations. The problems are still there and still rear up unexpectedly (or expectedly depending on how you view it!), but I can manage them.
Is there any point in perusing a diagnosis? When I was a child none of my difficulties were ever formally recognised, such things didn't happen in the 60s and 70s. Now I just feel happy to have come to understand who I am. Would a formal diagnosis actually make any difference?
i just got fed up ---- and decided to get a diagnosis so the search and not knowing was over. Also ( secondary reason ) it helps put a mark in my family who have several suspects but no solid flags. I am putting down a marker for anyone in my family can point to.
I suspect my mum is autistic but was never diagnosed . She is still a star. Best mum ever.
BTW i am dyslexic as well :) I also have a nephew with really bad dyslexia, cant read nor write a single letter but a great guy.