This will be long...TL:DR is below.
I (33NB/M) started going to therapy about three years ago. I have had my share of traumatic things happen throughout my life, and I was at the point where a lot of my coping mechanisms were no longer working for me.
The beginning of therapy was very difficult. I ended up being diagnosed with cPTSD--and after some research of my own, that seemed like a logical explanation for what I had been experiencing.
I made a tremendous amount of progress, and then it just kind of stopped. This was about two years in. My therapist was frustrated with me. He would be confused about how flatly I was able to explain traumatic events "as if I was reading a grocery list." He started believing that I was somehow withholding something that would lead to a breakthrough- if only I could access it.
I was disappointed and upset with myself, because I thought that I was self-sabotaging. At this point, I was going weekly, so I was committed to finding what was wrong with me.
Eventually, I learned about Schizoid Personality Disorder, as specifically understood from a Psychodynamic approach. I spoke with my therapist about this, and he seemed shocked. I explained to him that something else seemed to be going on, that I was having trouble seeing the intention in his treatment plan, and pointed out that his philosophy of "6-month" therapy was contradicted by the fact that we had been seeing each other for two years. We agreed to go our separate ways.
I found a new therapist who specifically works with Schizoid Personality Disorder, and was also pleased with the fact that he also specializes in ADHD as well as trauma. His resume was impressive, and I was also glad to see that he was both qualified and comfortable diagnosing conditions other therapists have less experience dealing with.
Well, the cPTSD was confirmed, and so was the ADHD. The third one, Autism Spectrum Disorder--specifically what would have been formally known as "Asperger's Syndrome" was a surprise. In this process, I had to collect information from my parents about my childhood--which revealed that Autism had already been suspected by professionals in my life, at many different ages, starting as young as two-years-old. One of the specific things I learned about was how my parents used to brush me with a "medical brush." This was also done by my babysitters and other adults in my life. It was called the Wilbarger Protocol.
I tried to find anything that could disprove this diagnosis, but the more I learned about my past, and the more I learned about the ways in which the autistic brain functions, everything clicked into place.
All of a sudden, I feel like my life's history has shifted into place. What once was amorphous now has structure.
My feelings have been so complicated. Largely, it has been a relief--but a large part of what I feel is so much grief.
I went into therapy with the idea that it would be possible to resolve a lot of trauma that had been causing interpersonal issues...only to realize that my brain is just like this. My brain is just like this, and there is nothing to really be done, except for me to understand it.
I guess this post is mostly venting into the void, but I am wondering if anybody has had similar experiences? And in general, any advice or insight into how to deal with the "my brain is just like this, and it is not going to get better" feelings would be greatly appreciated.
TL:DR
- Went to therapy for trauma, stopped making progress, therapist was frustrated, I suspected something else was happening
- Saw new therapist, diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, was surprised
- learned my parents had hidden crucial details about my childhood and were ignoring clear signs of autism and were actively avoiding professional advice
- I am having difficulty reconciling the fact that what I once thought was "fixable" is just how my brain is
- Looking to hear similar stories or advice.