I have thought about this a lot lately. I was diagnosed in adulthood. You would describe me as 'mild' - I have a job, husband and children.. However, I have never been able to maintain lasting friendships. Doing normal day to day life things is exhausting and just keeping up appearances takes up all my energy. I have suffered with OCD, depression and anxiety since being a child.
My parents raised me in a way that was well-meaning, but involved quite a lot of shaming. I always felt like I was performing and after any social interaction I'd seek feedback on whether I'd done it right or wrong. I became hyperaware of people's reactions to me and could easily tell when I'd done something wrong but I couldn't tell why. I learned to mask so well that it's hard now to know who I am underneath it. I was always very aware that I wasn't normal but I had no way of describing it. I just felt wrong and bad and like I was just worse than everyone else.
In my parents' defence, I believe their 'you have to just deal with it and pull your socks up' approach came from wanting me to be able to succeed in life and for a while after my diagnosis I would actually have said I was glad they did because learning to mask so well did open doors for me. I've been able to have a normal life on the surface. It did come at the cost of my mental health though, and by the time I was in my late 20s/early 30s I couldn't maintain the act and life fell apart a bit - which is a common story for late-diagnosed people especially.
I spend more time in spaces for autistic women now, and I do meet some who don't mask like I do and even now I find it uncomfortable to be around them because they're not following the social rules I learned so painstakingly. I cringe them they talk too much about their interests without noticing other people aren't responding enthusiastically and I find some of the bluntness quite jarring. There's one woman in particular who is a lot more stereotypically autistic and her parents were very supportive, got her support and diagnosis from a young age, and now she is living independently albeit working in quite a niche role which allows her the flexibility she needs.
If I compare myself to her, I think - would I rather that? I don't know. On one hand, she's a lot 'weirder' and isn't able to pretend to be normal in the way I can. But I think she's undeniably happier. She has friends, hobbies and knows who she is. She's not travelled the world like me or risen as high in her career but she also isn't constantly struggling all the time just to survive the daily grind.
And so I really do get why some people would rather not get their kid diagnosed and why they'd be worried that it might hold them back. But I think diagnosis is the best way forward.
At the very least, both parents need to learn about autism and be ready to support their child. There are so many things that I struggled with as a child that would have been solved in the simplest of ways if my parents weren't so desperate that I must be 'normal' even in the ways that didn't actually matter.
Eg 1 - I was constantly taken on holidays to the beach and told I was ungrateful when I was being a nightmare on the way back. Actually, it was because of a sensory issue with having sand on my feet and putting my shoes on. Had I been allowed to bring stuff to properly clean and dry my feet near the car before putting my socks back on, I'd have been fine but instead I was told I was being ridiculous. They'd wipe my sock quickly against my foot and force me to have it on and the drive home was unbearable.
Eg 2 - I had severe anxiety about the phone which I think partly because I needed to see the other person's facial expressions to be hypervigilant of how I was coming across so I'd perform worse on the phone which would make me panic. Every time I had a birthday or Christmas, I had to call all of my relatives on the phone to thank them and it caused me such anxiety that I genuinely would rather have not had any presents. I remember expressing this one year and being shouted at for being so horrible and ungrateful.
I'd lie awake panicking for weeks before my birthday. I'd have happily written a thank you card. I'd have written a 10-page thank you letter. Even if they felt that phones were a skill I absolutely needed, so it was non-negotiable, things like practising with me, helping me with a script etc would have helped. In a world where I could have been a child in 2025 with an autism diagnosis, even just simply being able to explain it to the family members that I was going to call, so they'd be a bit more understanding would have made a massive difference.
Eg 3 - I was a fussy eater at a level that they'd have showed on a bad 00s TV show. It was a sensory thing and it came from a fear of trying something I didn't like and then having to swallow it. I still feel sick at the memory of mashed potato in my mouth because it always reminded me of the way vomit rises in your throat, all thick and claggy.
Luckily my parents were very supportive about specifically this one issue but a lot of other family members were not which caused issues because I was often looked after by extended family members. Rules like not being allowed water with dinner or having to finish your plate made me terrified of having anything unfamiliar on my plate.
As soon as I became an adult, I was able to expand my diet enormously because I could allow myself to sit there with something new, try a tiny bit and spit it out if I had to (which, to be clear, is almost never, but it's about the safety of knowing I can). Growing up, I can't imagine an offense much greater than spitting food out of your mouth but by being able to do that by myself I've been able to reach a point that I have a mostly normal diet. I obviously would never spit something out in public.
I could literally come up with 50 things like this. Tiny things that labelled me as difficult or lazy or spoiled that actually were extremely distressing and had a really really simple solution.
Now obviously, a lot of people would say that they'd parent in a way that would allow adjustments to their child without needing the diagnosis but I've found that people really don't find it easy to listen to children and take them seriously when they're being 'silly' about something.
My 2 year old is in the process of being diagnosed now already and even at his age I am astounded at how many people seem to assume the worst intentions from him.
For example, he recently started asking for water right after eating, but when you hand it to him, he won't take it - he just drinks from it while leaving you holding it. Every single person who has seen him doing that has immediately jumped to the assumption that he's spoiled, is a prince, can't be bothered lifting his hands up etc.
Which may be an understandable assumption but actually it's a sensory thing. He hates having sticky hands and won't touch anything until they've been cleaned. He just needs his hands wiping or washing and then he'll hold his drink himself as normal. There are so many small things like this that I only understand because I often feel exactly the same as he does.
Now bear in mind here, I am NOT expecting our child to have his drinks held for him. I am not excusing bad behaviour or expecting people to cater to him. But it's a tiny thing. He just needs his hands washed. As he gets a bit older, he can just do this himself, but he's at an age where he doesn't always express himself that well. He can tell you he wants to wash his hands, but if he wants to have a drink first, he doesn't see anything wrong with assuming you'll hold it. He doesn't understand any implications that he's spoiled or lazy or anything like that because why would he?
He's already misunderstood so often and he's only a toddler. He says things like "what are you doing here?" and people immediately assume he's being cheeky but he's literally asking what you're doing here as in "have you come to play?".
Yes he will need to learn all this stuff in order to get by in life, but social rules really don't come as naturally to autistic people and from the earliest of ages we're chastised constantly for things we do not understand. It's really not good for the self-esteem and so I do think diagnosis helps in that way.