Speaking of visiting family ... I had a slightly amusing experience when I friday visited with family due to graduation.
I'm quite openly @actuallyautistic (as I'm sure none of you are aware <.<), and while I'm the only one that's diagnosed, we're pretty sure at least one of my niblings are, that my dad was and that maybe my mom was (she had traits, so could be with lots of masking, or could not be).
We were discussing food habits and I mentioned that I didn't use to like mushrooms when I was younger until my mom misread a recipe and minced the mushrooms finely so that I couldn't pick up on the texture. I loved the flavour of it (but didn't have words for the texture aversion). My oldest nibling looks at me, chuckles softly and goes "how did no one realise earlier that you were autistic?!?"
Which, I explained a bit on what was going on. And that I'm torn on whether I would've wanted to be know earlier. On one hand, it would've saved me a lot of pain ... but on the other, it would've added a whole new type of complications.
