Mixed emotion day. Finally, after 4 years, our middle child got their Autism diagnosis (at 15). Been a long journey but relieved. Also strange, as being the paternal parent of 2 of the 3, and 2 of 3 being Autistic, like me (guess which one is not autistic
). Even writing this though, sat at my work desk, I still feel like I am not autistic enough to qualify, like I have snuck in without a ticket. I believe and support everyone that needs it but have impossible standards for myself, regardless of family, diagnosis etc.
Autism is a mixed bag, but like with everything, we can only keep on walking down the path (or scuffling, as my wife calls my particular brand of walking)