I’ve always sort of thought I might be autistic.
I made jokes about it, especially when people commented on my family’s love of discussion and infodumping and our failure to connect on an emotional level sometimes. “We’re all a little bit autistic here in this family.”
Only when I started helping a friend with his (suspected) Aspie teenager son, explaining about my own experiences growing up and the similarities between me and his son, did I really start thinking about what those similarities might mean for me.
...autisticook 