Therapy 😩

Today I had my therapy appointment with my mom and I'm not sure how it went... She said that it would be a good idea to get screened for being autistic but when my therapist asked me to talk about the things I experience to make me think I am, I was put on the spot and my mind froze so I wasn't able to remember or feel comfortable saying what I needed to say 🥲 and what little I did say, it felt as though my mom didn't really believe me. It felt like there was so much tension and that kinda made me panic out of actually talking about what I wanted to talk about. We also talked about my anxiety with school, maths in particular, and I swear I could just feel my mom think, "He just needs to try harder and listen to my suggestions and he'll be fine." 😐 I have a doctors appointment coming soon so my mom said we'll talk to them about it then. Autism runs in my family, so it would make sense that the gene would have a possibility of passing onto me but my mom said that there wasn't any tell-tell signs from when I was younger... Now, I don't remember much but I do remember doing some of the things that typically show up in an autistic child, and my grandma(my mom's mom) even says she thinks so too! Honestly, if I learned anything from today it's to not take my mom into therapy with me. She needs her own therapist 😀🤚🏻

Today's blog has more of a negative tone to it, so I'll make sure to make a positive one next time. Imma end it here 🤟🏻