![]() ![]() My fiancee questions why I need a formal diagnosis at the same time as she says she doesn’t take self-diagnoses seriously. ![]() Numerous deep-dives later and I’ve arrived at the point where I’m awaiting the final part of my intake (probably mid-July, due to a temporary halt in appointments) for an autism screening. I saw some of myself in these people, and I remembered relating strongly to Max, the Aspie (short for Aspergers, the now defunct label that has been rolled into Autism Spectrum Disorder), from Mary and Max, and this got me exploring why exactly I did. Over time, particularly after watching multiple seasons of both versions of Love on the Spectrum, among other things, a reassessment began that brought me to the conclusion that there was likely something to those jokes. It all started with occasional “maybe you are autistic” jokes from my fiancee that I brushed off. For the sake of transparency, I guess I should delve briefly into why I went down the autism rabbit hole that led me to reading this book. ![]()
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