How did you feel when you received you diagnosis?

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I got my diagnosis today: ASD, AS, ADHD, OCD Combo
He also suggested that I go to university and study metaphysics....


.... The first feeling I felt was relief... then a girl I have been screwing texted me to ask how it went and I simply said "it went well" and then changed the subject to her netball game. She immediately replied that i was a bad liar and then i felt embarrassed.

He did not prescribe anything for me other than the study.

my supplementary/second question is: What now?

I felt pleased to know that I was right in my presumption lol XD.

Hmmm... from what I recall, I just looked around my body. I might have thought something that would indicate that.
Though before that I knew I wasn't the same... I kept asking questions about myself.
"Why can't I do this?" "Why can't I do that?" "Everyone else can but I can not..."
Though in some ways I was on terms with the school year so I didn't really feel as though I was very different.

"meh".

I immediately told my mom to let her know that my social dysfunction is not her fault.

annoyed I had to be in a psychiatrist office. no one even told me my diagnosis, I only found out as people liked to talk right next to me like I was not even there.

What absolute jerks. I'd use stronger language, but there are kids here.

They had no right to treat you like that, to talk over your head like you didn't matter. It's your life; your brain. You should be the first one they talked to about it. Don't you ever let yourself believe that what they did was okay, because it wasn't. You have the right to make your own decisions, to know about your own medical information, and they were wrong to deny it to you.

As for me--I think I was mostly interested. I had known for some time that there was something very odd about me, and I'd already spent some time in mental wards, so I had accepted the fact that I was disabled in some way. An autism diagnosis allowed me to learn more about myself and to start addressing some of the problems I was facing.

Relieved. I'd finally found the explanation for all the reasons I'd had so much trouble my whole life. I was afraid I would be told I was wrong and I'd be back to having no answers. And I kept feeling weird for being afraid I wasn't weird enough to get the diagnosis. It was odd sensations all around.

And you're "What now?" is exactly the same as it would have been if you came out with no diagnosis. You carry on with your life. You pursue what interests you. Pursue happiness and fulfillment, or pursue stuff is that's your thing. You're the same person today as you were yesterday. You just know a bit more about yourself and a bit more about how you can more effectively do everything you wanted to do anyway.

I felt relieved and yet counfused at the same time. I did not receive an actual diagnosis, but rather received information that tests conducted regarding my intelligence showed a discrepancy between verbal and performance scores and also was told that I may have some trouble intrepreting body language. I would like an official assessment to state whether or not I actually have ASD or PDD-NOS.

I was certain I'm autistic regardless of the results.
So it didn't affect me.

at that very moment...like my heart had moved into my throat and simultaneously I had ceased to respirate. I'm fairly ceratin everyone in the room coud see my heart but they all acted like they didn't notice.

Typical NTs. If I were there I'd imminently call an ambulance!
Trust me on that., I never lie.

I felt numb, like I didn't want to believe that it was me, but I've come to accept it later on. I had an inkling before, because I forgot to bookmark a site (this was when everyone used the same family computer when I was a teenager before I got my own), so I went searching through the browser history. I stumbled upon some sites my mom went to describing AS and I was like hm, I wonder what that syndrome is. Then I read it, had a realization moment of "oh s**t, that's me" and sat at the computer and cried.

"Oh, okay"....later on......"OH THAK GOD, FINALLY! I now know what condition I have, people will now understand why I'm weird, and stuff isn't my fault! PEOPLE MIGHT ACTUALLY BELIVE THE PROBLEMS I TELL THEM I HAVE NOW!" I knew for a long while that I must have some condition, just no idea what said condition was.

So far it's unofficial (14 month waiting list on the NHS) but has been confirmed by a number of professionals working with me and my parents and the tests. Mostly I felt massive relief, everything made sense for the first time ever and it's changed my life irreversably. I also felt sadness because it made my childhood make sense for the first time ever and I wish I could have known then what I know now.

I was relieved.
I was also angry that I hadn't been diagnosed earlier.
I was disappointed too I suppose. I had hoped I simply had a mental illness that could be fixed with medication and/or therapy. There's no fix for AS.
I was shocked. I expected to simply be diagnosed with OCD.
I pretty much hated myself. Realising that the reason people dislike or abuse you is because of you and not because they're a-holes is pretty crap. Obviously they realised there was something weird about me and I didn't. That's a pretty sh***y feeling.