Hi friends! This is the PROLOGUE of #TechnicallyAutistic: Dispatches from the Periphery, a micro-memoir about words, meanings, and the dilemma of diagnosis. If you’re new, start HERE. The day has come. On a dreary February day, my dad picked me up from sixth period for a doctor’s appointment. I was in ninth grade, and I’d convinced my care team to refer me for a reassessment. A few weeks ago, I’d taken two paper tests in the guidance office, an IQ test and an ‘academic achievement’ test, and at last, I was in the waiting room at the St. Joseph’s Child Development Center. I wasn’t here to ask if I was autistic or not. No — I was here to
Prologue
Prologue
Prologue
Hi friends! This is the PROLOGUE of #TechnicallyAutistic: Dispatches from the Periphery, a micro-memoir about words, meanings, and the dilemma of diagnosis. If you’re new, start HERE. The day has come. On a dreary February day, my dad picked me up from sixth period for a doctor’s appointment. I was in ninth grade, and I’d convinced my care team to refer me for a reassessment. A few weeks ago, I’d taken two paper tests in the guidance office, an IQ test and an ‘academic achievement’ test, and at last, I was in the waiting room at the St. Joseph’s Child Development Center. I wasn’t here to ask if I was autistic or not. No — I was here to