Finding Out I’m on the Autism Spectrum Has Been Rough on My End

But, for some eerie reason, not everyone else’s.

This image will be symbolic in a bit. (Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash)

As a kid, I had a few peculiar “favorites.” I loved Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street because I appreciated the sentiment of wanting to be left alone, as a natural loner child. I loved Helga Pataki from Hey Arnold because I found her backstory fascinating. I loved Lisa…