Hi all, I came on here a good few days ago to say I'd be back and unfortunately I got distracted and it took me too long! Have now read the whole thread and will be making an effort to keep up from now on.
Anyway to introduce myself: I'm in my early 40s, diagnosed autistic in 2020. Mum to DD11 who was diagnosed in summer 2021. Married to a technically-NT DH but he has complex PTSD due to awful and long-term things that happened in his older childhood, teenage years and early adulthood. He has an anxiety disorder as a result. However he is also now a counsellor, having trained a few years ago, so while NT he is very good at fitting into our autistic household and also exceptionally good at having direct, intense discussions about things.
I guess I support him more than he supports me, as I am The Coper in the house. I support DD whose school-based anxiety is sky high at the moment and who has a lot of sensory issues. I support DH when his anxiety is getting the better of him - even mental health professionals sometimes need a few reminders about self-care to keep anxiety in check! And I take most of the responsibility for running the house, including pet care. I also have a full-time job so I wind up close to burnout a lot of the time. But I'm lucky in that I can work fairly flexibly and am currently working mostly from home again in line with the government guidance.
Hoping to connect with other autistic parents of autistic children here, it's something that's rarely mentioned yet given autism is genetic you'd think it likely that most autistic kids have at least one autistic parent!
So that's me, one of the many women diagnosed in middle age having come to the gradual realisation that they are autistic as a result of figuring out why their DC is struggling and working out that the DC is autistic. :-)
I've definitely found The Real Me over the last few years. DH says I seem a lot more autistic than when we first met. When actually it's that I am no longer going to great lengths to hide the autism as far as possible. I've spent my whole life pretending to be normal, a chameleon who would pick a person to emulate and just try to be like them e.g. in the way I dressed. Now I live in colourful dungarees (if they have dinosaurs on them then that makes them even better) and surround myself with things that please me from a sensory point of view. And also cuddly toys, lots of cuddly toys. I'm a middle-aged woman who rejects gender stereotypes, dresses like a toddler and is first in the queue when new Squishmallows get released, so I can try and snag the dinosaur one, and I don't care what anyone thinks of me anymore! It's a kind of freedom I've never had until now.