It’s a logical assumption
When I was homeless in Minneapolis, I had State Insurance, and I was under a Doctor’s care. I was also seeing a psychotherapist. The psychotherapist recommended I get neuropsychological testing.
I sent the report to the Advocate who was helping me apply for Disability
I took photos of the report from the doctor. I sent the report to Social Security with my Disability Application. Social Security approved my request a few months later.
It wasn’t the first time psychiatrists and psychologists have tested me. I have been in several programs in as many States. My parents encouraged me to do it in a misguided attempt to help me succeed in life.
A surprise for me, but not for my family
Twenty years earlier, I was in a rehabilitation program in Florida. The pre-screening involved visits to a psychiatrist’s office and a psychologist. They diagnosed “Avoidant Personality Disorder.”
It always bothered me that I had difficulty being outgoing and social. I never understood why I was awkward around girls and never had close friends. When I told my family about the report, my brother said, “ No Shit.”
It looks to me that one leads to the other, but I could be wrong
I thought of that report after I read the Neuro-psych report twenty years later. The report said I had agenesis of the corpus callosum. Cognitive Impairment can be one of the varied symptoms of ACC.
I was big for my age, and I was a clumsy oaf. I was also teased and bullied for being “slow.” Looking back and thinking about it. I learned to distrust people, and I never knew how to make friends.
I’m not aloof or snobbish, I’m terrified
Things were better in middle and high school, but I never could let anyone get too close. I’m a little better now. I’m sixty-four, and I’m married. It’s surprising because I started dating late in life.
I read that ACC is a chronic disorder, and I know that to be true. I felt bad about my inability to get close to people. As I get older I don’t care as much.
I’m better at getting over the fear, but I’m not as outgoing as I want to be
I have learned late in life that I can write my own story. I’m more likely to say hello and start a conversation in a coffee shop or while waiting in line somewhere.
In my teens and twenties, I would have died first. I have conversations with people all the time. I even enjoy the company of other people sometimes. It hasn’t been easy to break out, but I’m, getting there.
I’ve had a lot of “AH HAH” moments as I’ve read the report
Since I found the Psych report, I have been searching the web for information about the agenesis of the callosum. my research explained a lot about the cognitive and personality problems I have.
Despite my issues. I have come a long way. The Doctors told my parents when I was an infant that the prognosis for a happy life was grim. They said that I would be institutionalized.
I have avoided long-term care so far
The Psych report when I was in my fifties stated that I should be in a long-term care facility. I’m married and I live in an apartment. The point is I fought through it.
You don’t have to lie down and quit or die. I didn’t when I learned what I learned about myself. You can follow my lead. Keep trying and learning. Challenge yourself and push the envelope.
I could hold a job after all
For someone who wouldn’t amount to anything I was employed for twenty years. I owned a home once. I’m married and pay rent and bills in an apartment.
Final Thought:
We all have struggles. Never quit. Keep living and trying and failing. You will find success and it will be sweeter because you worked harder for it. I still get down on myself at times, but I don’t wallow in it.
Never quit, keep on trucking until you get to where you want to be then set a higher goal. I’m glad I never quit.
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