For me, at the beginning, discovering that autism explained how my life was was a revelation. Here, a decade or more down the track, it just makes it worse. I live in a world where adults aren't autistic, they're just strange. Their own choice, presumably, and no problem of ours. I live in a world where an adult autistic, as there are so many of them around who neither know nor care for their disability, can be comfortably ignored. Someone else's problem.
The law, where I live, calls for for the able to help the disabled. My disability is invisible, and so, so am I