I was 60 when I was clinically diagnosed with autism. To be candid, I didn't pay much attention to this because I had already spent most of my life feeling different but no really understanding why. At the time of this diagnosis, autism felt like "just one more thing" that I could lump in with growing back problems  and  increasingly creaky knees. 

 

Now, in the quiet grace of retirement, I am rediscovering my authentic  self that has long been hidden  away, subconsciously suppressed so as to better fit in with what used to be my school community. 

 

Here in this blog, I share the lessons I have learned from my experience of having been someone who was diagnosed with autism rather late in life. 

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