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Misunderstanding:Girls & ASD

Today I received a report, which despite quoting sections of three medical reports supporting my daughter having sensory processing difficulties (fact) and behaviours which may be indicative of autism, stated her behaviour was a result of "what she has witnessed in the home". The author also stated she has no evidence of this. I straight away messaged my go to friend for "slightly odd kid" discussions, a friend I met 7 years ago when our daughters were babies. This lady has a knack for fighting and honestly I don't know what I'd do without her when times are tough with my daughter. There is a lot of research and anecdotal evidence of girls masking their autism at school. Excellent chameleons they are able to copy their peers and behave the same. It is often not officially diagnosed until adolescence by which time they usually have other mental health difficulties due to lack of support. Pretending is tiring so once they get home the 'break out'. They release all that tension and anxiety. At their parents. Below are some links I intend to send. This professional may admit she has no evidence to substantiate her view my child is witnessing things she shouldn't at home, I however have plenty of counter evidence to support our experience, as well as a consultant paediatrician and a Physiotherapist/Sensory Integration Specialist input. http://www.autism.org.uk/about/what-is/gender.aspx http://www.telegraph.co.uk/women/womens-health/11149383/Autism-and-girls-Why-we-urgently-need-to-talk-about-it.html
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