On Discovering I'm Autistic, Maybe

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A month or so ago my wife asked me, as wives sometimes do, “Have you ever considered you might be autistic?”

I had a ready answer.

“Huh,” I said.

Others of my nearest and dearest were rather more articulate than me. “Of course, you’re autistic, dad,” my daughter said, with the exasperated tone that 18-year-olds adopt when they are forced to talk to their parents.