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It seems appropriate that coughin’ and coffin sound alike.

It’s Monday again, though I know of no one who asked it to be.  I am not going to write much today (I suspect) because I am quite under the weather‒I’ve been dealing with some form of bronchitis that started Friday, and I’m not feeling much better yet, though my oxygen saturation seems good, and I have no fever (but then again, I am always on NSAIDS and acetaminophen, so it’s hard to be sure I haven’t just suppressed a fever).  By rights, I should probably not be going into the office today, but my coworker is out of town until tomorrow, so basically, I’ve got to keep the office running.

I do have masks to wear, and I don’t just mean fun and/or scary ones.  Neither do I refer to “autistic masking” which is what many autistic people do to fit in with other, neurotypical people.  Lord knows I’ve always tried to fit in, and I definitely put on “masks” and tried to shape myself to please those around me.  I feel almost that my autism presented a little more the way it does in girls than in “traditional” autistic boys, at least as discussed by other people with autism.

Anyway, I’m not really doing this blog as a venue via which to discuss ASD.  That must be the case, since I didn’t even consider the possibility before the last few years, and this blog has existed for much longer.  I suppose it might be interesting for someone (but not me!) to look back at my older posts and see if there are any hints about ASD in the way I write or discuss things.  I doubt that I’m interesting enough for anyone ever to do that, though‒I certainly don’t find myself interesting enough.

It may go without saying that I did not play guitar or go for any walks except to the convenience store this weekend.  I was mostly just laying around and trying to rest.  It’s a bit annoying that I still didn’t sleep well, and only stayed asleep for a while under the effects of delta 9 gummies and 2 Benadryl.  I slept a little more than usual, but of course, it’s not really restorative sleep.

I wonder what it is about the autistic brain that leads to the tendency to sleep poorly.  Is it atypia in the hypothalamus, or are the effects on the amygdala leading to hypervigilance which is consistent with my tendency?  I don’t know for sure how well the neuroscience of autism is progressing, but I guess I could get on Google Scholar and/or check the preprint servers.

Anyway, I think I’m pretty much done for right now.  I’m really very tired and worn down.  I guess I’ll be talking to you all tomorrow, though it’s less likely that you’ll be talking to me.  In the meantime, if you’re able, please try to have a good day.

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(ASD 2) x 2

It’s Monday morning now, and it’s a new month, and I’m writing a new blog post, one that will‒or should‒not be like the old post.  Though, of course, superficially it will look like most of the others, and for someone perusing a bunch of them who does not happen to read English, there will almost certainly be no distinguishing characteristics.  Certainly there will be no meaningful ones.

Be that as it may, as of Friday evening, I have now received my autism assessment report.  It is official; I have been diagnosed as having autism spectrum disorder, level 2.

The level 2 part of that surprised me a little bit.  In case you don’t know‒and for most of you, there’s no reason why you would‒the levels of autism, not in order, are:

Level 1:  What would be called “high-functioning” autism by the hoi polloi, though that term is frowned upon by the “neurodivergent” community by and large, because it judges the quality of a person with autism by how well they can pretend to be someone without autism.  In any case, those with level 1 are people who have autism but are not significantly disabled by it, and are able to do okay on their own with minimal or at least fairly easy accommodation.

Level 3:  These are people who are more severely impaired by their autism, and are more or less dependent upon support from others; they cannot really function on their own at all.

Level 2 is mid-range (duh!) and is characterized by needing “substantial” or “considerable” support.  Here’s a quote from a web-search:  “Autism Level 2 means a moderate level of autism spectrum disorder (ASD), where an individual requires substantial support to manage social communication and daily activities, exhibiting more noticeable challenges in social interaction and repetitive behaviors compared to Level 1, but not as severe as Level 3.”

I guess my bias was that, if diagnosed, I would be level 1, since I do live on my own and I don’t really have any support.  On the other hand, there’s little argument but that my life is a complete mess, and it’s not improving.  So I guess I really don’t do so well on my own.  But it’s not as though I have any health insurance or any other access to support services to help me improve things.  Still, at least it explains a little bit about my intractable insomnia and depression and anxiety and so on, as well as all my many failed interpersonal relationships.

I don’t yet know whether this knowledge will make any difference for me.  I don’t yet know what I’m going to do with the result.  I am still digesting it.

There is, however, an amusing coincidence, if you enjoy such things*.  I was born with an atrial septal defect (a hole between the upper chambers of the heart) “secundum type”, that was repaired when I was 18.  In other words, that was “ASD” secundum type.  So, one might say, ASD type 2.

And now I have Autism Spectrum Disorder, level 2, so:  ASD level 2.

These are both official acronyms used by the medical community.  It’s nothing but a coincidence, of course, but it is a peculiar and slightly amusing one.  I have been diagnosed with ASD 2 in two different ways.  There’s only one of the two for which there was a surgical intervention that was essentially curative.  The other is something for which one just has to adjust and deal as well as one can.  Fortunately, I’m really good at adjusting to and dealing with just about anything that comes at me.

Ha ha ha ha ha!  That was a lie, obviously.  I don’t think I’ve ever been particularly good at adjusting to things, except perforce, which has certainly happened a fair number of times.

Anyway, again, I don’t know at all what I’m going to do with this information.  I don’t know how I could possibly actually seek, let alone obtain, any manner of support and/or accommodation, other than the basic stuff that happens more or less on its own.  I’m going to tell a few people at work, I think‒certainly the owner, though I feel a bit shy about that, but also my two coworkers with whom I am closest, one of whom has a child with autism.

I don’t know how much will change otherwise.  But I figured I would share this information with those of you who read this blog regularly‒a rarefied few individuals, I must say.  I guess I’ll be writing a post tomorrow, too, barring the unforeseen (a caveat that always applies).  In the meantime, I hope you all have as good a day as you possibly can.

*Well, the councidence’s existence isn’t actually conditional upon you enjoying it, but I think you know what I mean.  Please let me know in the comments below if you do not know what I mean.  I don’t like not being clear.