My entire autistic Chinese family pitched in to help me travel to places they had never been to. My grandpa would write my name in dramatic big Chinese characters on my backpack, water bottle, umbrellas. It was a very lovely time of my life. I got to see the world (very cheaply: US$20 bought me a train ticket to travel 2000 miles in sleeper class), I got to eat amazing food, and every where I was I called home from a phone booth to describe the places I was to my grandparents in Teochew. They learned about about Varanasi, Bhubaneswar, Puri, Siliguri, Kalimpong, and other places they would never see.
Later, my parents started traveling to India on their own, with a family friend I introduced them to and they really enjoyed it.
I’m certain if I send them this rice bag jacket pic my mom would start a sewing project to make it for me.
She also has an interesting relationship with autistic niece who is super into fashion and making clothes as her hyper fixation and interest. They make all kinds of beautiful clothes together