After a week-long quest involving multiple phone calls to my insurance company and several providers, I had connected with a psychologist about my own potential diagnosis of what had formerly been referred to as Asperger’s syndrome. Sure, as an adult patient, it would have been easier to have a conversation and make a simple diagnostic pronouncement. However, my doctor agreed it would be good to fully evaluate rather than just make a casual diagnosis. After a momentary break the doctor returned to the room and handed me a document for review. Everything had come down to this moment. I immediately (and anxiously) opened the envelope and began to search through the folded paper for a definitive resolution. Within a few seconds, I found the sentence that answered my question. The clock stood still; I drew in a deep breath.
“Diagnostic criteria of autism spectrum disorder met.”