My husband got his diagnosis to because of work related issues He had no choice and to this day (4 years later), still believes he's schizoid or the world is wrong not him. He had a brilliant clinician, so the diagnosis is considered valid by just about everyone. (except my husband).
People really pulled away, because he hates
-parties
-crowds
-has numerous sensory issues
-talking on the phone
-any sort of social obligation
and people believed with Autsim you want to be left alone. So they vaporized. When he does Aspie things the monologs, the never getting anything done because of executive functioning issues (that killed him at work along with the nil social skills), it's more pity (?). Before people would be pissed off and think he was a jerk. Now it's more "bless his heart", he can't help it.
Also around here people think Autsim=Sandy Hook, so no one seems really interested in firing up a friendship with a 50 something year old man who isn't working, socially inept with a sometimes obvious chip on his shoulder.
The day he was supposed to be cleared to return to work, Sandy Hook happened. The doctor, who assured my husband he was going back to work, put him on permanent disability. It didn't help my husband had a massive meltdown at work, which caused the police to be called (work thought he was psychotic). So the doctor probably thought with a disability claim he still gets paid, but he's not the company's daily problem anymore. This shredded my husband more than anything.
Don't let the diagnosis change your relationship with you husband. It did for me. I went from someone riding his ass to get things done, to expecting nothing from him. For him it was horrible. He went from the structure of work, and living with someone who had expectations to nothing. No work. No other person "telling him what to do". His executive function skills are worse than our 9 year olds. So he literally drowned socially and as a human. He isolated. He didn't wash, eat or take his medicine. His anxiety when through the roof, because there was some social outline before and expectations to never ending free time. That freaked him out.
Kübler-Ross's model for the 5 stages of grief really applied to my husband. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. With the job loss and diagnosis he jumped around the first 4 stages for going on 4 years. Now the tiny glimmer of acceptance is sneaking through. What made all this worse (and it seems silly when you tell people), because my husband always valued his smarts and intelligence. A real IQ snob. His IQ tested 130, but with all the scatter on the other tests, it was adjusted to 110. This absolutely killed my husband. Whatever bit of self esteem he had left after hearing that.
I had more people believing the diagnosis was an excuse for BS behavior than anything else. My family refuses to talk about it. At all. Like now SnowFlake has an official excuse for being such a SnowFlake. His family just ignores it. As if none of it ever happened. The work situation was fluffed off as stress. I had very few people accepting his diagnosis. Both extended families are permanently stuck in the denial stage. Lol..
One last thing, it is a totally different deal getting a diagnosis when you didn't want it. The people here who had a positive experience wanted answers to their why. You husband and mine didn't want a why at all. In their heads everything was just fine, and now its all turned to dog s**t. That's the reason for the anger.