So I had therapy today, and I mentioned that while I was at a funeral, I got to hang out with two of my cousins. Both of them are autistic, and one of them has sensory issues that are related. I mentioned that I relate to his sensory issues, struggle with eye contact (no seriously it’s really hard for me to do it most of the time), get stuck without scripts, and do not understand small talk. The therapist then asked if I’d ever wondered if I might be on the spectrum, which, yeah I have. Near the end of the session, we brought my mom in and talked about it. Turns out that she’d had her suspicions about it too and asked me if I wanted to get tested. So we’re trying to get the ball rolling on that. (And that’s not even counting the time I ended up running out to my grandmother’s back porch this summer--she has Alzheimer’s and I’d inadvertently upset her somehow--and when my mom asked me what happened, I had to essentially force the words out.)