Post #77: Post Diagnosis - How It Affects Any Hope Of Any Kind Of Future Career Prospects

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I'm annoyed, I really am. Why? Well, two weeks ago I attended an introductory session with a company called Resources Plus who are a company contracted to work on behalf of the London Borough I reside in.  Their main objective seems to centre around getting people back to work, or to find better quality employment in their particular field of expertise, providing training and support, where necessary.  The contact, whom I won't name here, won't acknowledge nor respond to the two emails I sent him. The first one provided an electronic copy of my CV and explained, in some detail, my personal situation; the second was a request to defer the 1to1 appointment we'd arranged during the introductory session.  I sent him another email today stating that if I do not hear back from him within three working days that I'll be taking the matter up with the Local Authority under the auspices of the Equality Act 2010.

I attended a parents' support group this morning and the discussion touched upon whether adults should seek a diagnosis and if so, would it affect their future career prospects.  I did and look what happened to me.  Bitter?  Yep.

Post #18 - Workplace Assessment, ICU, But At Least The Cat's Back

Today was my workplace assessment for autism via NAS.  The person doing the report was great, but like everything, it's often difficult to re-live some of your past life and career.  I provided a copy of both my NHS and private autism assessments, my CV which details all of my various job moves(!) plus a list of competencies, a detailed answer to the questions posed in the proforma and many other things.  Phew!  It was exhausting to say the least.  She spoke to me, my line manager and a colleague.  The report's due out in the next few weeks and I'll have to discuss the contents with my line manager whilst sitting down (well, she didn't overtly state sitting down, but you know what I mean - maybe a hot beverage?)

My BIL's been moved to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) because of his breathing.  He's in safe hands though and there isn't a great deal we can do.  My hubby's visiting him tomorrow.

Yay, my cat returned last night at approximately 20:08.  Hubby was collecting my son from Cubs and heard a pitiful meowing as they passed a neighbour's drive and lo and behold - there was a hungry black and white cat there.  I was very pleased to see her.