Roman wrote:
I was a minor when i was diagnosed so my parents know. In my case they are just too over protective. So it would probably been better if they didn't know. But then again, they were over protective long before the official diagnosis because they knew something was wrong with me as a child. I think those of you who have an option of parents "not knowing" must have had it very mild as a child so that your parents didn't notice that anything was wrong with you? I mean in my case it was obvious something was wrong even without diagnosis. And whenever I read of people who say they are not obvious, I can't help but think the same question I have had for many years: Why did Brina Siegel said my Asperger is mild, if I am a lot more obvious than most aspies I see on this board?
Well, even if Aspergers had been a common thing to look for in the schools, it would not have been something my parents would have considered. It was far too easy to call me lazy and make fun of me for being dense. It worked much better for my raging psychotic mother to point out all of my failures and inability to complete things than to consider there was a condition I was suffering from that could need help. When I was teenager, she decided I had
petite mal epilepsy and practically ran, dragging me, from the office of a neurologist who suggested that I see a psychiatrist for an autism spectrum disorder evaluation instead. She made me change what I told doctors about my symptoms until a neurologist finally diagnosed me with
petite mal epilepsy. I took tegretol for no reason for two years until I moved out.
I knew a woman who was tortured by her parents and catholic school teachers because of her lack of attention and focus and her hyperactivity. When she was diagnosed as an adult with ADHD, she slapped her diagnosis and prescription on the table in front of her father. She was furious when he scoffed at her as if her explanation of her diagnosis and the required medication didn't make a bit of difference in how he'd treated her. Obviously, I knew she wanted acceptance, remorse, and regret from her father. I wondered why she actually thought she'd get it from him. In fact, sharing the diagnosis only made things worse for her because now they had a name, both jabbing her for being ADHD and then jabbing her for having a "made up disease". I didn't understand why she just didn't keep it to herself and be content that she had a diagnosis, she had medication and could improve her life from that point onward.