Still on the long, slow road to some sort of diagnosis. Going through the government system and it’s been hair pulling to say the least. But on Monday I’m going back in to see the psychiatric nursing sister. And apparently that’s going to literally just be so that she can refer me to the main government psychiatrist for this region.

And who knows how it’ll take from that point because this Monday appointment is a full month since my last appointment there. Haven’t had any sort of prognosis yet but when the nurses were taking my blood, even though they were speaking Xhosa, I picked up the word “autism” again and again. So we’ll see but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be joining the ranks of late dx adults and honestly it all seems so obvious to me now.

This waiting and waiting and waiting for things that could be done over the phone or email sucks though. It’s like when you have something planned for 14:00, which of course means that you can’t do anything else constructive for the entire day before that because reasons. Expect this thing that’s planned is at some undetermined date in the future and instead of wasting the day, it’s days and weeks and months.