Mum - way too old to be diagnosed, but did once agree with me that she may have Asperger's.
Always very hot on nutrition; I now realise she's orthorexic (and I had anorexia). Other kids highly amused by my healthy lunches of brown bread, peanut butter & salad, home-made yoghurt, etc. In the 1960s a normal kid's lunch was Dairylea slices, white bread, crisps and a Penguin. We ate muesli before it was even available in the UK. She doesn't understand why the rest of us choose pleasurable foods.
Has an unfailing talent for saying the wrong thing. Words come out and she's so obviously being nice, it just baffles people. Dreadful facial recognition: bounds up to strangers and looks confused at people she knows.
Creative and eccentric. I love this about her now, but teenagers are not best pleased with a parent in sparkly purple, fringed outfits while all the other mums are in tailored beige & pastels. My 'made by Mum' school costumes were always weird, too. Teachers appreciated her innovative ideas, the other kids and I just thought I looked like a freak 😳
Executive dysfunction in spades. Always late, in a panic, starts huge projects with no sense of how long they'll take, cannot abandon a project once started (I've inherited this).
Wonderful sense of adventure, little sense of safety. It's astonishing that we all survived - with multiple broken bones - and escaped extremely threatening situations relatively unharmed.
No emotional filter. Family life was a constant maelstrom. This wasn't helped by that fact that my dad was a sadistic psychopath (I suspect diagnosed). Mum loved him and was unable to separate that from his blindingly obvious faults. On the plus side, she loved us unconditionally too.
My brother and I have cautiously agreed that we do show clear signs of ND ourselves. We won't bother getting diagnosed at this late stage, either. Our somewhat dysfunctional coping strategies will have to do. Neither of us is as batty as Mum ... but when people meet the whole family together, they invariably find us odd!