olena , to ActuallyAutistic group
@olena@mementomori.social avatar

Just was ‘diagnosed’ with anxiety today after talking to a psychiatrist for five minutes (I’m using quotes because it seems a bit too preliminary to me to diagnose whoever with whatever after about 5 minutes of general talk).
Came asking for and evaluation. Was totally ignored on that regard) Of course, didn’t have courage to ask again.

Was it so obvious? Was I just a walking stereotype: middle-aged woman from a war-thorn country living alone who voluntarily came to a psychiatrist(doesn’t matter what else she has, she can’t NOT be anxious)?
Or is it just a general experience of most of female-passing folks: to be seen as anxious, to have most of their symptoms attributed to (not like I was asked about any symptoms, but maybe have demonstrated some?)?

@actuallyautistic

glowl ,
@glowl@chaos.social avatar

@olena @actuallyautistic don't give anything on this 'diagnosis' and look for another doc, some local self help groups can recommend good ones to you.

and it feels mostly how it goes for me and many people i know, but i guess there was an extra bit of dismissive behavior by the doc added on top because of your history. such an arsehole.

Meyltje ,
@Meyltje@mastodon.world avatar

@ashleyspencer @olena @actuallyautistic Unprofessional! My assessment (in the Netherlands) took 4 x 1 hour meetings with me, with lots of questionnaires etc. to complete. This was with a psychologist. On one of the meetings my sister joined us, as a close member of the family.

olena , to ActuallyAutistic group
@olena@mementomori.social avatar

Everytime I stand in front of the door and frantically search for the keys in my bag, all that makes me panic, pushes me to the verge of tears - even though it is not such a big deal because I’m not in a hurry and if anything, the concierge has a spare pair.
So, naturally, my brain tries to compensate for a possible fail - and every time I walk home, I feel almost unbeatable urge to get my keys out of my bag to my hand when I am still like 200 meters from home.
I suppose, it’s the same overcompensation mechanism that makes me come to airport at least two hours before the departure and to a train station at least an hour before, buy spares of essentials each time a bottle starts feeling not full, or always have a stocked pantry(though there may be multiple of ones and none of others as I always forget to check what I have before going to the store)

Is this exaggerated(to the point of creating problems) ‘better safe than sorry’ something people are more prone to? Do you guys also do that?
@actuallyautistic

Susan60 ,
@Susan60@aus.social avatar

@olena @actuallyautistic

I can definitely relate, and can also see this in my partner. (I’m happy to get to the airport at the recommended time, early but not stupidly do, but he’d rather get there at least an hour earlier again.)

socratic_fail ,
@socratic_fail@mastodon.social avatar

@olena @actuallyautistic this is very familiar to me.

ablueboxfullofbooks , to kidlit group
@ablueboxfullofbooks@bookstodon.com avatar

Neat Nick’s Big Mess is an adorable picture book focusing on OCD and anxiety.
Chad Otis’ illustrations and story are charming and warm. I just fell in love with this friendly big dog. It is a wonderful story full of love and friendship that young readers, especially dog lovers, will adore !

@bookstodon @kidlit

  • All
  • Subscribed
  • Moderated
  • Favorites
  • kbinchat
  • All magazines