My daughter has an autism diagnosis. I do not, although I suspect I would receive a diagnosis if I attempted to seek one.
When You Discover, as an Adult, That You Might Have Autism
All the Ways It Doesn’t Matter…and the One Way That It Does.
We are two of the most emotionally sensitive, caring, loving, relationship-craving people you can imagine … it’s simply that our relationships don’t resemble the neurotypical default. It’s a difficult space to navigate. I’m glad we have each other.
Maybe the world will be more forgiving someday. Pieces like this could lead us there.