I suppose that makes sense, if you wouldn't have those sorts of services breathing down your neck afterwards. But for me I knew that continuing to cooperate with the final tests(which my mom thought was a great idea to tell me about) meant I'd be stuck with these sorts of people. Maybe it would have improved with a formal diagnosis on my record, but considering any summaries explicitly mentioned likely-PDDNOS and accurately spelled out how to work with me, I doubt it.

I honestly kind of I wish that outside of my speech issues I had just been ignored completely, honestly. I was also held back in kindergarten, which I resented deeply. I was too young and not socializing enough to 'prove' I was ready, but the truth is I just wasn't wanting to interact with anyone because I hated what they had us do. Art projects frustrated me due to motor issues(not to mention the mess and texture of dried paint or glue, and paper), I hated the naps they made us take(sleep is for nighttime), and we never really learned anything. Everyone around me seemed to love it but I hated it, and honestly I have issues about the idea that my life is a year behind where it should be because of that.

I dunno, I'm just bitter about the whole thing and depressed about where I am in life right now. Sorry for the ramble.