ABSTRACT
Jenny sat opposite me in my consulting room, a single woman in her forties, who worked as an accountant. Her face was rather expressionless, and her eyes flickered between myself and the carpet. Rather directly, before I had finished introducing myself, she said: ‘I think I’ve got a type of autistic brain. I want you to write a report to say I’ve got Asperger’s syndrome, so I can tell my mother it’s not my fault.’
