I was diagnosed at 42.
I had a long time trying to come to terms with a lot of "what if's" .
And came to the conclusion, you cannot come to terms with them, because you can never know what could have been different.
I started at the point that when we were children, nobody would ever have noticed a girl with social difficulties and diagnosed Autism. The only people given that back then, where pretty much non-verbal boys, or savant boys.
None of the people with lower needs autism would have been noticed at all.
I wasn't noticed because nobody like me was. I cannot be bitter at that because nothing will come of it.
Bigger what it's come later in schooling, when I didn't speak in school time for a year, and still nobody cared. Meant I ended up not pursuing the education I should of, nor accepting the opportunities literally offered up to me by the Military.
I am grateful my husband (also a late diagnosed Autistic) is understanding that my grief, because that is what it is, my grief over "what could have been" doesn't mean I am unhappy with him, or what we have now. But that I wish there could have been less pain, less bullying, and more education and a better life purpose than the job role I ended up in.
And now onto what DOES change for the better with that bit of paper.
Noise cancelling earphones, gamechanger! I don't feel stupid wearing them, I have a disability, they are an accommodation.
Sunflower lanyard! Suddenly people at checkouts have patience when I am flustered, when I broke down at the hospital, I was given grace not looked at weirdly or as if I was a disruption.