Me? It's a weird story, and it starts with my dad's father, my paternal grandfather. He was in the Philippines when Pearl Harbor happened. He fought at Bataan, and was captured by the Japanese, spending over three years as a POW. Yes, he was on the Bataan Death March. He was left behind at Cabanatuan because he was too sick to be put on the Hell Ships, which were ships the Japanese used to transport POW's to Japan, and most of which were sunk accidentally by the US Navy.
So anyway, the Americans freed the guys left behind, and they arrived home to a hero's welcome. San Francisco was a conservative, patriotic city in 1945, and the city was thrown open. Among other things, the young socialites of the city were ordered to "entertain" the freed captives. You can guess what happened next, some of them got pregnant, including my grandmother, and quickly married the POW's who got them that way. That baby was my father.
My father was a sickly kid, and a sickly adult. Later it would be theorized that my grandfather hadn't let his body recover from the horrors of the camps before getting my grandmother pregnant, and that the sperm was deficient.
Anyway, my mom was set up with my dad in 1972. They married in December 1973, and a few months later my mom was pregnant with me. I was born in November 1974. I was born with a collapsed lung, and with virtually no muscle tone. They had to put me in an incubator for three days. When my mom took me home, I had such bad acid reflux that I couldn't keep my milk down, AND I was allergic to cow's milk. My umbilical cord was deficient, and the placenta was watery.
My mom asked the doctors if there would be any lingering effects, and they said no. I hit all my milestones on schedule...and then around 18 mos I stopped talking and started falling down a lot. If not for speech therapy I likely wouldn't be able to talk. In the mid 70s the refrigerator mother theory was in vogue, and my mom was obviously not one, so the doctors didn't know what was wrong with me. For 25 years it was called the "mystery illness" by my family. It wasn't until autism broke into the news in 2000 that everybody figured it out.