Unable to engage or focus, I found myself absently and endlessly scrolling up and down on this blog. I imagine it might have been a sort of virtual analogue to rocking back and forth. It did prompt me to resume my intermittent and continually-frustrated search for a local psychotherapist who grasps adult autism and is covered by my insurance.

Unfortunately, Multnomah County Health Department won’t search or filter for autism or Asperger’s; Psychology Today doesn’t include Health Share of Oregon as an insurance option; and Therapy Den (which I just found today) allows all the search and filter options I’d need, but yields zero results.

In the end, through the county’s directory I stumbled onto a place that focuses on various forms of trauma, and given my interest in research on how the autistic brain in many ways could be considered a brain being traumatized by sensory input and other stimuli, I’ve sent them a preliminary inquiry. It’s a bonus that it’s near the zoo.

I’m not especially hopeful, but at least I managed to do one last productive thing for the day before my ability to connect to anything outside of myself shuts down completely for the night.