I’ve been down the ASD pathway with my kid. I’m pretty confident I could have got a false diagnosis if I’d wanted to.
First off: My kid was very quiet and withdrawn throughout the process. With the exception of a single game of cards (for which I was present), he barely interacted with the professionals over three appointments, in the course of several years.
By contrast; I spoke at length every time. I filled out a very long form. I had a detailed follow us conversation about what I’d put in the form. By necessity, the psychologists had to take my word on a lot of stuff.
I was a genuine parent without a preconceived idea of the outcome I wanted. And I was scrupulously honest. Because I wanted an accurate medical opinion.
But if I wasn’t…. The symptoms of ASD are very well known and I’m pretty sure I could have given the “right” answers with some research.
My child’s withdrawn behaviour was due to social anxiety and communication difficulties. But what if, instead of being nervous of the professionals, he was afraid of me? What if he thought I would punish him for saying the “wrong” thing? Wouldn’t that have looked the same?
At some point during the diagnostic process, I claimed DLA.
For this bit I had a bit of a head start, because I was already experienced at filling out forms and I knew the sort of thing to write.
But the DLA Regs are hardly classified information. Anyone can look them up and work out what responses are likely to result in an entitlement.
The DLA passported me to Carers Allowance and the Disabled Element of Child Tax Credit. All of a sudden, I’m financially better off as a stay at home Mum to a disabled child than I was as an “ordinary Mum” with a part time job.
Plus I’m special, I’m bravely sacrificing myself for his welfare. Locked in a struggle with the authorities to get his needs met. Heroic, even.
You can see why that would be attractive to a certain type of personality.
I think a lot of people look at what we have to go through; filling out forms, talking with professionals, applying for benefits, appealing EHCP’s and think “That was all terrible. Why would anyone put themselves through that if they didn’t have to?”
Without realising that for someone with Munchhausen’s by Proxy, it isn’t terrible at all. Its like their hobby. They’re enjoying the drama.