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Sean
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05 Jul 2005, 2:21 am

PeterMacKenzie wrote:
I've got a CPN (Community Psychiatric Nurse) that comes round about once a month to check that I haven't gone crazy or anything. I find he's pretty arsing useless, has no understanding of asperger's and keeps telling me how I'd feel better if I went out and socialised more.


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I also see a CPN every 2 - 3 weeks. She also does not understand AS but is a nice person and unlike some other people does not ignore that I have AS. She does not come round as much now as I am more stable because I was put on Prozac.

Recently I was diagnosed with AS so some one who works with people with AS will take me into town when I am ready to help me learn to interact better with NT's and help me with anxiety. I am not embarrassed to be seen in public with support workers.

Can't you just tell them to go away and that you won't be requiring their services anymore?



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05 Jul 2005, 3:01 am

I could. Maybe I will. I don't really mind him though, and he might turn out to be useful for something eventually.


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05 Jul 2005, 1:54 pm

I don't remember ever having a social worker. I was pretty much mainstreamed (based on the definition Sean gave me) throughout school and in advanced classes. My mom works at home, so she's been able to do everything with me and my siblings including taking me shopping, out to resturants, etc.

However, I do remember this one lady in elementary school. She would call me to her office during math time or read aloud time (I was advanced in both areas and could do my lessons on my own or with my parents at home) on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She would ask me about feelings and about the other kids and we would play "Town", which was probably the most boring game ever. It's kind of like playing house, where everyone pretends they are different members of the family (mom, dad, sisters, brother, grandparents, etc) and pretend to have daily life, but this was taking a whole bunch of dolls and pretending they all lived in a town. She would ask me questions like "Kayla is being mean to Michelle at school. How does Michelle feel? What does she do about Kayla?" and the like.

I hated it and begged my parents not to make me go anymore and they finally gave in a few months later. Since then, I have been treated more like everyone else in the classroom, as well as at church and swim practice. Good times.

I still do not have much of a social life today (just ask anyone who knows me!), but I don't think social workers could have helped.


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