We eat cake and drink tea and I feel strangely at ease with this person who I have not seen for 25 years. What a life, what a trooper. She's worked hard to overcome stigma, to get ahead, to bounce back and to be who she is, who she really is.
Telling my daughter she's autistic is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She'd had the assessment, she'd been to the psychologist's office and she's not daft, she knew exactly why she was there; she'd read the posters on the walls. She'd have to know. I had to tell her.