Well, there is Autism, then there is Autism
One is the sort where plastic water bottles have to be in the right order, and the towels on the rail have to be in a particular order, and conversations with people are difficult and awkward for both concerned. They don't get hints easy, or get suggestion or emotions particularly well. They don't mix well, but they can to a degree. This autism can be coped with, compensated, and treated so well that it almost appears cured.
Then there is the other kind. This is when each day has a routine. A exact routine. Monday is shopping day. Tuesday is Wash-day. Wednesday is play-day. This is a routine which cannot be changed for anything at all. Parents die, funeral won't be attended unless forced because of the routine. I know this, as I have seen it happen. Nothing can interrupt the routine, and they won't mix at all. With anyone. This form of autism is extremely difficult to treat.
I know this, mainly because both me and my brother have been diagnosed with Autism. Luckily I was the former. Unluckily my brother was the latter, and I feel sorry for him every day of week.
One is the sort where plastic water bottles have to be in the right order, and the towels on the rail have to be in a particular order, and conversations with people are difficult and awkward for both concerned. They don't get hints easy, or get suggestion or emotions particularly well. They don't mix well, but they can to a degree. This autism can be coped with, compensated, and treated so well that it almost appears cured.
Then there is the other kind. This is when each day has a routine. A exact routine. Monday is shopping day. Tuesday is Wash-day. Wednesday is play-day. This is a routine which cannot be changed for anything at all. Parents die, funeral won't be attended unless forced because of the routine. I know this, as I have seen it happen. Nothing can interrupt the routine, and they won't mix at all. With anyone. This form of autism is extremely difficult to treat.
I know this, mainly because both me and my brother have been diagnosed with Autism. Luckily I was the former. Unluckily my brother was the latter, and I feel sorry for him every day of week.