I was diagnosed in my 40s, after my kids.
My parents didn’t do a bad job to be honest. They always made me feel safe and loved, and accepted me for who I was. So many of my differences were - maybe unsurprisingly- explained away by being “just like your mother!”
I’m pretty sure she is autistic, as was her dad.
Of course they weren’t perfect, no one is. I was told off for stimming and meltdowns, my extreme anxiety was missed, my social issues was put down to shyness or being too aloof. I went to the rough local comp which was such a bad environment (they would say “But you still did really well, didn’t you?”)
Overall I feel sad that my screaming autistic traits (along with obvious risk factors in my history like premature birth) were missed because autism just wasn’t considered in a bright, quiet girl.
So in that sense @Timeforanewname2014 you are winning because your daughter has a diagnosis. With my children I discuss autistic traits in a very neutral way, as neither good nor bad, just brain quirks that can’t be helped. We laugh about them sometimes. I never make my daughter feel like she needs to be anything other than who she is. As a result, she forgives herself for being socially awkward and finding socialising hard. She forgives herself for her slow processing. Little things like that do wonders for her self esteem. I won’t have her growing up feeling like a freak, as I did.