When I was 48, I was diagnosed with Autism. When I was 49, I accepted my diagnosis, then raged against it. I am now 50 and I’m still dealing with the aftermath.

In 2018, my doctor announced that I have “Asperger’s Syndrome” with the same gravitas as telling me that I have a skin tag.

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