So, after hunting around for a bit, doing some research on counselors who actually have heard of Aspergers/autism, referring to a list provided me by a local autism support organization, I found someone in my area who provides counseling services for folks on the autism spectrum. I gave him a call, and he seems nice enough. No alarm bells went off, although he did seem a bit harried. Or it could be that he’s on the spectrum, himself, and he’s not that keen on talking on the phone.
As a matter of fact, he suggested I could just text him, rather than call, as that’s his preferred mode of communicating. Hmmmm… Sounds like an Aspie to me.
Anyway, regardless of his “spectrum status”, he does apparently have a working familiarity with Aspergers. He leads a bi-weekly support group, as a matter of fact. That might be a good sign. He sent me a bunch of forms I need to fill out, so I have to do that in advance. Seven pages to read through and fill out. Not my favorite thing, but if he can help me, it’s worth it.
I’ll just treat it like an executive function strengthening exercise.
I’m really hoping I can meet with him at least once a month. I’m not sure I want to do more than that. It’s winter. It’s snowing. I don’t want to be driving all over creation for the next four months. Plus, I’m already seeing someone else for other issues I have, and I don’t want to overly complicate things.
But this is important to me. Aspergers/Autism has been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never gotten explicit help with it. If anything, when I’ve reached out for help, I’ve been rebuffed — smacked down by people who had no idea that women present differently from men, and that adult autistic women are very different “creatures” than 6-year-old autistic boys. I’m sick and tired of having to muddle through everything myself, and I need a living person I can talk to about my issues, without feeling like I’m losing my mind, I’m making things up, or I’m just trying to get attention.
So, I’ve printed out all the forms, and I’ll start working my way through them. They’re not too-too dense, so it shouldn’t be too much of a chore. It might actually be good for me, as a matter of fact.