Status Updates From My Autistic Fight Song: My ...

Surely, I hadn’t got 97%. How would I feel if I did? I wasn’t sure it was a good thing. It felt more like the world was laughing at me. Telling me, ‘look what you could achieve, if only you weren’t so broken.’

The journey to diagnosis began with a trip to my local GP. I went in armed with examples of autism traits and was ready to fight my corner. I didn’t need any of that. After saying I felt I was autistic, and wanted to be assessed for this, the GP set the process in motion.

I was due to get feedback for my Work-Based Learning interview. I looked at my watch, 11:59 a.m. It was scheduled for 12 p.m. I am nothing if not punctual. I would wait one more minute. Lena didn’t scare me, I felt okay around her. But the process of knocking on a door terrified me. I’m not really sure why.

Me too with doors... but also doorbells

'How are things, Rosie?’

I was sick of being asked that question. Things were terrible. Life was kicking the crap out of me. But I was still sat there, wasn’t I? So yes, give me a medal or something.

‘Yeah, okay,’ I answered.