The Dr. the disability people wanted me to see

Had an appointment to see one doctor the Disability people wanted me to
see. I think this one will screw me over. An older lady. My mom saw her
and thought "when the hell did she get her degree?"

We had problems on some questions and she got pissed. The main one was
over drinking. Like when did I begin and how much was I drinking at the
peak of my drinking, and I did not understand the question, so at some
point when there was repeated confusion over the answer of frequency,
she just gave up and yelled at me and went on to the next question. I
don't think she understood when I told her I was already 18 when the
state raised the drinking age to 21, and I was "grandfathered" in.

She did some of the same damn tests like I got in 3rd grade when the
school psychologist did them and told mom there was nothing wrong. Like
repeating a list of numbers, apparently, I can do up to 8 forward, but I
had problems doing them backward like more than 4 or so. It was early in
the morning so I wasn't quite awake anyway.

I got a chance to explain what the other doctors have discussed with me
in that I should seek BVR help in finding work in which I can work alone
or with few people, same days and same hours, a job not exposed to the
general public, and one in which I won't get into trouble.

I lost 2 jobs in the past 5 years, one of which I had for 10.5 years.
The one counselor said there's got to be a problem and they've nailed it
as far as I'm concerned. Now that we know what it is, we can go forward
from there.

The old lady was not nice, antagonistic, and generally an unqualified
and the wrong person for me to see. The way she asked some questions
instead of the way they were on the paper (I believe) might have
resulted in some differing answers.

I'll have 2 people saying the same thing, then this lady screwing me
over. The form I filled out will agree with the other 2, and not this
lady.

Hopefully her getting pissed at me illustrates the kind of problem I
have getting along with other people. I did tell her I have a problem
trusting people in authority, and that because of things I may do
innocently enough has the potential to result in other people getting me
in trouble. I didn't want to explain the problem with the head shaped
lollipops and the one girl thinking I was sexually harrassing her.
That's embarassing enough. I've told that joke to others who got it and
thought it was hilarious.

She's going to end up saying there's nothing wrong with me, I'm sure. I
told mom as we got back in the car after this that I felt she was going
to screw me over on this whole thing. The fact she got mad at me
illustrates my problem of getting along with other people, which is part
of my Asperger's. It affects relationships and employment. I do not
funtion well in a social setting with other adults. It will be a
lifelong condition and will make immediately finding paid work
difficult.

This lady, Ruth H., is also the type of old person I had the unfortunate
chance to encounter at Giant Siegal, and the same type of people that
pissed me off a lot. Not good for them to send me to her.