What kind of support did you get while growing up/now?

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If we're talking about kinds of support you get specifically for being autistic, rather than as part of a normal upbringing, I could really use getting none at all and just being allowed to study to my heart's content without making me feel guilty for it, in addition to other activities to cultivate me and improve my chances to become a productive member of society. I was never going to make friends or become a master of socialization, so I might as well have saved the huge amount of time and my parent's money spent on that fruitless endeavor for things I could actually excel at. Basic manners are important, of course, but actually teaching them to me would've been more effective than expecting me to magically know them and getting angry when I screwed up.

Growing up? None, zero, zip.

Now? Social Security.

Useful detail stuff such as learning manners and some basic conventions.

Parents doing a lot of work after having had to move to a new city to find a school which was at least an approximate match for my particular profile ( can learn the stuff, but output functions like handwriting and organising a bit pants).

Not having my particular interests pathologised, instead being reminded that the English and Maths were important as tools to get into the field which was my interest (electronics).

There wasn't a name for that profile back in the seventies so any equivalent of an accommodation was more like teachers at least knowing the weak spots, sadly in some cases then just giving a regular bit of pressure over them, and one outstanding and most useful helping hand, which was a teacher borrowing the workbook of a classmate who was good in the areas I was weak, and we went through it together, using classmate's work as a set of a examples I could use as good practice.

My AS mother thought that children only became interesting after they developed language, which led to an attachment disorder causing half my troubles now. In general, my parents provided not only enough material support to appear middle-class, but tried to make me happy with the things that they had wanted as children. However, I never dared to ask for a $2 toy I wanted, because I knew that I would only get a lecture about how I'd have to be different to deserve it.
I learned the basics of manual skills using things at home, sometimes helping my father, but he kicked me out when I was 17, while telling mother I'd decided to leave. (she was away by then) Mother taught me to paint very badly, to frame photographs well, to be careful to leave before my welcome did, and to avoid [always wrong then] mental diagnoses.

I spent my life mostly hand-to-mouth, trying to build a business on my engineering talent but without the recommended competent partner for business affairs. Now, I get a Canadian pension, the best basic support of my life, and there is one counsellor who will see me pro-bono if I get troubles, after years of visits when she was employed by the dying health system.