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Why it’s sometimes difficult to know how unwell I am.
A personal autistic perspective.
I’ve been feeling rotten since Sunday, with some kind of respiratory illness.
After 3 years of respite from colds and flu it came as a bit of a shock.
I haven’t had Covid yet either.
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I wasn’t too worried to begin with, as my partner was ill before me.
After 2 or 3 days he started to feel better, and I assumed I’d be the same.
Unfortunately I’ve been getting steadily worse.
Less energy.
More coughing.
Less desire to eat.
More sleeplessness.
Strange pains.
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I’m almost always in some kind of pain so that in itself isn’t a reliable indicator of being unwell.
Nor is severe fatigue, which occurs so regularly it seems normal.
I rely on objective symptoms like fevers, rashes and swellings.
Tests are a bonus, if they are available.
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I feel relieved of the responsibility of describing my symptoms accurately if someone can diagnose me based on a swab, or some kind of examination.
I’m haunted by a history of conditions which perplexed doctors and only made sense once I discovered I was #ActuallyAutistic
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Proprioceptive and interoceptive differences can have a profound effect on how we experience things as autistic people.
We’re more likely to have some co-occurring conditions too.
We may react differently to medications.
None of this is well understood, and so we struggle on.
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I can be both hyper and hypo sensitive to touch, depending on the circumstances, and the same applies to pain.
This sometimes makes it difficult to gauge exactly what is going on.
So often medical assessment relies on our ability to describe what we are feeling, and where.
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I often feel like a poor witness when I try to describe my symptoms.
I’m aware that I’m being a bit tentative and non-specific.
It sounds confusing, and it is.
Since discovering I’m #autistic I tend to tell #medical staff I find it difficult to know how unwell I actually am.
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This encourages them to take a more proactive approach where they examine me rather than relying on how I think I’m feeling.
In the past I sometimes got very unwell without realising it, ending up at hospital with preventable problems.
Some of that was due to avoiding doctors.
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Too many inconclusive consultations about mystifying symptoms had left me feeling like a hypochondriac.
Rather than keep putting myself through this, I avoided going to the doctor as much as I could.
I still went to screening checks, as they were largely communication free.
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The other kind of medical consultation often ended up in confusion and frustration due to lack of insight into how being autistic affects health, wellbeing, and communication.
I particularly disliked it when my GP asked what I wanted them to do, without giving me any options.
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I felt like replying “how on earth should I know?”.
It felt like they’d reached some kind of impasse and expected me to find my own way through.
I probably heard it as a dismissive “what do you expect me to do?”
Was I being unreasonable in asking them to offer me assistance?
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I frequently felt like a ‘heart sink’ patient.
I longed for clearly defined, easily resolved complaints.
But mine were often nebulous and recurring.
It’s hard to be a good patient.
Getting the timing right.
Not presenting too early, or too late. Giving an accurate account.
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At my local medical centre things are gradually improving.
They’ve introduced an e-consultation form.
I used it earlier this week to request a change of dosage for menopause hormone treatment.
The response was still a random phone call, but the GP already knew what I wanted.
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And yesterday morning I sought advice on my respiratory illness.
I got a phone call from a final year medical student.
I didn’t feel rushed, and I explained how difficult it can be for me to know how unwell I am.
As a precaution they made me an appointment to be seen today.
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They said that if I felt better I could cancel the appointment, but if I felt worse I could go and be examined.
I’m feeling so ill right now it’s reassuring that I’m going to be seen.
I no longer feel like I’m wasting their time.
A precautionary approach is perfectly valid.
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I’ve had a flurry of medical appointments recently, including a referral to a dental hospital.
It was such a shock to find myself in a huge open plan treatment room with cubicles which only had waist high walls.
No privacy at all.
To begin with I was almost unable to speak.
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Once I’d explained how difficult it is for me to give an accurate account of my history, or make decisions, when feeling so stressed, things got better.
Because I’m autistic the consultant said they would extend subsequent appointments to allow me some more processing time.
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There seems to be a bit of a sea change happening in terms of autism awareness in medical settings.
I hope this is a general trend and not unique to my locality.
It makes such a difference to be able to seek medical advice with confidence, rather than fear and anxiety.
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I’m pretty sure what I’ve got at the moment is a standard respiratory infection.
I’ve been checking my blood oxygen levels with a pulse oximeter which has been reassuring.
Although I feel very breathless, my oximeter readings are only down a bit.
A Covid test was negative.
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Here’s a good booklet on how to use pulse #oximeters.
It’s in easy read format which is so much more accessible in my current sleep-deprived state.
The clinicians who assess me are often exhausted too, so clear communication is especially important. england.nhs.uk/coronavirus/wp…
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#Autism awareness and acceptance really matter because stigma, prejudice, and lack of trauma informed, ‘experience sensitive’ approaches perpetuate structural inequalities and injustices.
In my locality #SocialCare needs of autistic adults come under the #MH service.
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I saw an unqualified Assistant Psychologist in the #CMHT after my #autism diagnosis.
I wanted help with the existential crisis of late autism diagnosis but ended up being gaslighted.
I realised what was going on and discharged myself after explained what iatrogenic harm meant.
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A few months ago a combination of factors (none of them to do with mental health) meant that I needed social care support.
Because I am #Autistic I was told that my assessment would be carried out by the MH team.
I was so traumatised by my last contact with them I declined.
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#Thread
Adjusting to a very late in life #autism discovery.
How my life has changed 5+ years on.
Like many #Autistic people I had experienced repeated episodes of #burnout and #trauma.
By the time I reached my late 50s I was exhausted.
I had no energy to get going again.
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This quiet breakdown could easily have gone unnoticed or been explained by a number of other things.
I’d always been quirky and different, a highly sensitive, deeply empathic person.
My distress could have been attributed to a personality issue, or to anxiety
and depression.
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Through good fortune and serendipity I found my way to a service that helped me to start making sense of my life.
The process of acceptance, adjustment, and self-advocacy has continued since then.
It’s not enough for me to adapt, other people need to make accommodations too.
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I feel blessed to have reached the age of 64 with much of my life still intact.
When everything began to unravel in my 50s it wasn’t clear why.
My career (which had been reasonably successful, if somewhat disjointed) got derailed.
My personal life started falling apart too.
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Without understanding why this was happening, it would have been impossible to remedy the situation.
I’d have carried on pulling at the loose threads until there was nothing left at all.
Discovering that I was #Autistic gave me the answers I needed to start to repair my life.
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What needed fixing wasn’t me, it was my living and working environments, and communication between me and other people.
Although I’d realised that interpretation and translation prevented misunderstandings, I hadn’t recognised my language and culture were distinctly Autistic.
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On the second anniversary of my #autism diagnosis I wrote a thread about #bullying (not realising that it was my #autieversary at the time). It was very appropriate though, as bullying and abuse have had a huge impact on me, especially in adulthood. #ActuallyAutistic 3/
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Rebuilding a career after a late in life autism diagnosis.
Personal reflections of a very late discovered #ActuallyAutistic person, 4 years on.
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Burnout was a factor in me finally finding out I was autistic.
I’d become overwhelmed and exhausted.
I’d drifted to a halt, and then couldn’t get going again.
I was overloaded by being bullied at work, being in perimenopause, unresolved trauma and my partner’s serious illness.
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A demanding new job immediately after my diagnosis didn’t kickstart recovery from burnout like it would have done previously.
What the psychologist had told me about taking ‘baby steps’ was true, even though I didn’t want it to be.
I finally realised I couldn’t afford not to.
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Several people asked me why I was bothering to get an autism assessment when I was almost 59.
My children were adults, my career was on the wane, I had already lived a lot of my life.
What difference would it make for me to discover that I was #ActuallyAutistic then?
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I knew I was autistic long before the psychologist told me.
I’d met other autistic people in an online forum and recognised myself.
It was undeniable.
I awaited the result of my assessment with trepidation simply because I knew some people wouldn’t accept self-identification.
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This has turned out to be a profound discovery.
In many ways my late in life enlightenment has been life changing.
Someone I interviewed years ago said ‘once I understood I could cope’ (this has been true for me too).
An overarching theme is being able to make sense of things.
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