Thank you, that is most kind of you to say. I am obliged to my grandchildren for their efforts of teaching me how to use a laptop, I acknowledge that I am slow as a snail when it comes to typing but my fingers aren't quite what they were seventy years ago!
I place a very happy face, I see it is called, as I am now laughing at that previous sentence.
To BTDT.
I have six grandchildren and they have all been diagnosed with Autism. When they were growing up I observed how they were like I was when I was growing up, the difference being they were diagnosed when they were still young whereas when I was a youthful no such diagnosis was available and if it had been I doubt I would have thought twice about it. When I was growing up being different was not acceptable, such things resulted in a strict beating like if I was naughty I would receive a coat hanger from my mother or a belt from my father. Despite displaying what would later on become known as Autistic symptoms I managed to grow up and learn to live with such things as finding it hard to make eye contact when speaking as well as accepting change, this was particularly difficult during World War 2 when I was only 14 and my father and my older brother were called out to fight. Very difficult times. I had numerous panic attacks at night, too afraid to play up if you like in front of my mother. I remember how I used to hug a picture of the the whole family and I, giving silent prayers to my loved ones out fighting.
I am blissful that since then the world has not dived into such dark times again. It has its problems now but mercifully
no world wars since.