Autistical Me

I realized I was autistic at sixty years old. I was on the upside of the lowest low I\\\’ve ever experienced in my life. While researching abuse and narcissism, Autism repeated popped into my search results. A close friend mentioned my uncle had Aspergers (aka Autism). Autism is hereditary. I thought about my father and his life, what I knew of him since divorce led him to disappear when I was 9 years old. I believe my father was Autistic as well. The more I learned the more I wanted to learn. It was starting to fit with me.

It was an epiphanic phase of life while learning every day. Autism that once seemed so remote a diagnosis was ringing true with everything I\\\’ve read and every story I\\\’ve heard. I took a few tests (about 20). The first test, \\\”Measure Autism Traits With the Autism Spectrum Quotient (AQ) Questionnaire\\\” was the proof in the pudding (which Don Quixote coined and means if you eat it you know it\\\’s real, or it\\\’s real once you experience it.) Autism allows me to explore everything to understand it. Quixote was probably Autistic because he was all about the philosophy that: One must live life in a genuine way, passionately, in spite of what other people think.  I wish I understood that much younger.