I was born in the sixties, and until I was 48 I basically thought autism meant people who sit in a corner, staring blankly into space, rocking mechanically and with no capacity to communicate at all. Who on being spoken to wouldn’t even show a sign that they noticed your presence. Probably drooling, too!
So my journey of self-discovery was quite a trip, but today I think of autism as a badge of honour that says „not broken“ and I wear it with pride 💛