As expected I had misunderstood this morning's phone conversation. I'd understood that the man was coming to see me here, whereas he'd understood that he was collecting me from here and taking me back to the unit. Bloody phones. I wish there was a way round it.
The interview was just as gruelling as I had expected. This time though, I do feel that the man listened to me properly. He has referred me to a psychologist with a specialist knowledge of autism. The appointment is not likely to be for a while, I was warned, but at least I feel that I am starting to get somewhere. Let's see if they can finally help me to find a way of coping with the anxiety and depression.
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