“Sorry, I have Asperger’s.” It was only in the hours after my interview with the budding young journalist that I realized the significance of what I’d said, and the sad truth behind my disclosure.
Yes, I have Asperger’s syndrome (a form of autism). It was diagnosed three years ago now, at the age of 33. But that wasn’t the sad part, at least not in my eyes.
No, the saddest part wasn’t the fact that I’m on the autism spectrum. It was the “sorry” that prefixed it. It was only later that evening, when I stopped to actually think, that it dawned on me.Read more on themighty.com