Two things before I start:
1. I'm posting this anonymously because it's quite specific; adding my username increases the risk of identifying me.
2. I begin with a storyline of my life - it's long but relevant, I promise!
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I was born in July 2000 (I've just turned 16), and was always the quirky and awkward one who followed every rule religiously and found solace in academia. Aged 7, my Mum took me to see a Doctor; she trained as a Nursery Nurse when mental health and autism were just beginning to be understood, and recognised the signs of autism in me. A year or so later, I was diagnosed with 'Autistic Spectrum Disorder displaying many of the traits of Aspergers' Syndrome' and an anxiety disorder. That was something of a turning point for me, as I started to get help at school to build my confidence up. By the time I started Year 7, I was comfortable walking to and from school on my own.
I had a few knocks to confidence here and there (I was bullied and almost killed in the process in the first half-term of secondary school), and things started to go downhill. My school's SENCO decided to cut my support to increase my independence, and for the next two years, I was having a full-blown panic attack pretty much every day. The saving grace was that I was able to 'bottle-up' everything until I got home; I still feel sorry for my poor Mum having to put-up with that every day! Despite this, they still wouldn't change their position on my level of support. Around the same time, I was discharged from CAMHS - although neither organisation said so, I still believe that both cuts were made on grounds of cost rather than efficacy.
I then started having panic attacks constantly and everywhere. Both of my parents, my grandparents, and everyone around me told me that I was just being awkward, throwing a tantrum, or that I was exhibiting "learned behaviour". I wasn't, of course, and their accusations were not at all helpful! That was a really low point in my life, and it is one to which I still have quite traumatic flashbacks.
Through Year 10 and Year 11 I started to build up a little more confidence and began to feel a little bit better in myself. I realised that if I am not getting help from others to do so, I would have to try to do so myself. I was marginally successful in some respects, but I was still really anxious all of the time and I desperately wanted some kind of emotional support. Once again, my Mum took me to see a Doctor to try to get some help with my anxiety. I explained that I was really struggling with feelings of anxiety and was summarily told to see my school nurse rather than a Doctor, as this was just "exam anxiety". After I actually detailed the symptoms, if you will, that I was experiencing however, I was referred to the hospital CAMHS unit to be seen by a specialist. Three weeks later, I was told that anxiety was expected in people with autism, and to go and see a charity fifty miles away from me (from what I could find on-line, this charity is basically a daycare centre for children with autism, and by that I mean young children with (and I hate the term but there is no real alternative) 'severe' autism). In other words, they haven't got any money for Mental Health and therefore had to politely tell me to go away. I had no consultation with a specialist, and the decision was made based solely on a GPs letter - an opinion of a generalist who talked to me for all of two minutes.
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That brings us to today, almost three months later, where I am writing this. I am having all sorts of physiological symptoms (which another GP assures me are related to anxiety), crying myself to sleep pretty much every night, having full-blown panic attacks from even the slightest trigger, and struggling anything (particularly annoying for doing four A-Levels' preparatory work!). That's why I'm here now, because I have literally no idea what to do. My confidence is really low and I feel like rubbish; I have no friends to turn to (and never have) and whatever support I have is quickly taken away; my Mum is trying to help me but there's not much she can do either. This is the first time that I have actually laid out the full extent of my difficulties. My Mum knows the most, but I worry that she would be overloaded with worrying about me if I let her know the full and exact details.
I feel like I have exhausted every avenue through which to get some help, but I'm in a vicious circle. People ask and expect more and more of me but I struggle more and more to cope, lowering my confidence and reducing my ability to cope with life and also to get the help I need. I can't even walk to the shop across the road, let alone phone up organisations or go and see people!
Any suggestions are warmly welcomed!
(Apologies for any spelling errors etc., as I'm writing this on my phone!)