I’m in my late 50s now, and I didn’t find out until a few years ago that I’m on the spectrum. I don’t talk about it much because of the stigma, but I know I probably should. When my therapist (whom I was seeing for other reasons) suggested I do some diagnostics, I just went along to be agreeable, sure that I was neurotypical.

When the results came back and he diagnosed me, I kind of shrugged it off. I had plenty of coping skills already, and I didn’t think I needed his help. Nor did I fully believe his evaluation. Though, I did begin reading up a lot.

What I read connected with me powerfully. As does your piece today. Silly of me to be my age and to keep having these, “Aha! I am not alone” moments, but there you have it.

Thank you for your excellent article.

Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com

Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com