And, as with anything else in my current identity, it’s been a long road in figuring that out. Despite the fact that there were symptoms visible since I was a child, I only got anywhere near a diagnosis this year, as an adult. Some people around me doubt my diagnosis- as do I, sometimes- and I was thinking, just now, about why it is that they do.
People ask me why I suddenly seem “more autistic”- I don’t, and I’m not. I’m just as autistic as I was when I was five, or twelve, or sixteen. I’m just showing my symptoms differently- and embracing my symptoms differently.