My official diagnosis came late, at 20. But for all my life I had known that I was different. I was not surprised in the slightest.
It came at a hard time, though. It was during the spring of the first wave of the pandemic. 2020. At this point, we had been pretty isolated for a couple of months already, and to be honest, I wasn’t too bothered by that.
I had come home from college where I had had a semester of disaster and struggle which can now be attributed to my undiagnosed autism.
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