What kidteen needs is people who know what they're doing, are willing to do it with her the way she needs it and do not tell her to her face that she does not look autistic to them.
The doctor we went made a good point and a bunch of really fucking bad ones. The only good one was that he does not want to do anything because he knows too little about her other issues.
Which, fair. I thanked him for admitting this.
But he didn't even look at her. I told him that i need someone who knows his thing to take a look at her and basically give us a starting point. One from which we can later point out when things get worse.
I know now why my kid's doctor was so hesitant in sending us there.
Kidteen actually broke down. And, unfortunately, said "she just wants to die". He's definitely neurotypical, because he immediately suspected a depression and was really concerned. This would be a good reaction. But she's not suicidal or depressed. And he didn't believe me when i said that.
There are just no other words to say "i don't want to wake up in pain and live in pain the entire time and not have a social life because my entire body hurts and i am only sixteen and already so tired of every adult dismissing me as some stupid girl who doesn't know what she's talking about".
Neurotypical people and people who don't have chronic pain just don't understand that level of being done which to a large amount consists of "not having a choice or other option".
When painkillers don't kill the pain, then going on in pain is the only thing you can do.
I'm just angry at the guy. And at the world. For never believing me. For never trusting my kid. For not acknowledging her struggles.