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WHO MUST TAKE THE BLAME FOR MY LATE DIAGNOSIS?

No organisation at any point, between Tuesday 2nd September 1980 and Thursday 21st May 1992, referred me to an education psychologist. No organisation ever turned around to me, at any point in time, and said "You need help and support", despite it being obvious that I did so.

I have listed a report, on my website, from 1987. At that time I was a pupil at Junior School, and in my final year, shortly before I went to secondary school. The report stated that I didn't show any evidence of physical difficulties, no outside factors which could affect my performance in school, but when it came to undesirable or inappropriate behaviours, yes for year one (Extremely nervous), yes for year two, yes for year three and no for year four. The remarks about myself read "No confidence. Very nervous. Unable to follow instructions. Wears glasses". I can't see what wearing glasses had to do with anything, but the other three are relevant.

I saw this report for the first time on Wednesday, 29th January 2003, in my town's central library, because they keep a lot of people's school records, but only you can view your own. 75 years has to pass between you leaving school, before you can look at anyone else's.

At the bottom, the report stated, "If you have answered "Yes" to any of the questions you should refer to the school based assessment guide", but they didn't. The blame for that lies with the first 3 teachers I had at junior school, and the final one for not spotting that I had any difficulties and problems.


It was obvious that my problems amounted to great deal more than "Boredom" or "Being ready for school". Despite the drawing in thin air. Despite the fact I run away from school when I was in the infants. Despite not understanding metaphors. Despite my saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

If you were a teacher or someone in authority you would suspect that when someone was like that, there was a need for help and intervention wouldn't you? I wouldn't physically punch or attack other pupils for no reason whatsoever. Maybe because I wasn't as disturbed in my behaviour as one or two others, nothing was done. Perhaps because my behaviour didn't include the kind of transgressions or conduct that authority figures zone in on, such as bullying other kids, stealing cars, and setting fire to property.

It seems to me, that it is always those pupils, or parents for that matter, who shout the loudest, who make the most noise and who are the most vociferous who get attention.


In February 2008, I saw someone from Secondary School, who I hadn't seen for several years. I got on with this person fairly well, but we weren't alike at secondary school. She was the direct or polar opposite to myself, being one of the popular crowd, which I never was.

When she asked me the inevitable question about what I was doing with myself at the present, I adopted the politician tactic, and side-stepped it. You pick up tactics and strategies with time and age. Instead, I told her about my diagnosis. She said that she was sorry about anything she had said to me when at school. I replied that she shouldn't apologise to me because she never did say or do anything out of place when at primary or secondary school.

She then told me that her mother said she thought that I was Autistic when I was at secondary school, when I was aged around 13, but didn't like saying so to my face. I answered that she should have done as I would have taken action or at least would have been provided with some kind of answer. So if this person's mother could spot it why couldn't have any of the professionals at the schools I attended?


It can be argued that we all can be "Wise after the event" but they were being paid to be wise at the time. I wasn't. A few months after I was diagnosed, I saw my former careers teacher. I used to see a lot of him during the early 2000's, and often he talked me a lot about Secondary School. I have no interest in reliving it. It is over, finished, done with. I have moved on from then, and so has my life. On that occasion, he remarked to me that a lot of the Teachers at school were baffled and puzzled by my behaviour and how I found it very difficult to interact and make friends. They thought I was a very difficult character to figure out. I felt like saying angrily, "Well it is a pity they didn't investigate and find out why. A bit late now isn't it?". I resisted that temptation, and didn't comment, or reply to what he said. I kept my own counsel instead. Sometimes, that is the best way.
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