And I'm with Polter, here.
We had a rather sweet situation, this morning. Living in a village, everyone's far more in everyone's business than in a city, anyhow, but it has its advantages. I've hd people look out for DS1 when I've been stuck with DS2 having a moment, many times, for example.
This morning, I took the boys for their morning walkies (they need it and we try to fit it in, so long as the weather isn't too distressing for DS1). There's a couple of old guys who tend to spend their morning in one of their garages at the end of our terrace. They spent a year glaring at me, whenever I walked past, until they figured out that I might be a permanent fixture, then one of them very pointedly said good morning. That was several years ago. His wife is still highly suspicious of me because I'm an outsider.
Anyhow, we got home, this morning and as I was unlocking the back door, something shot past me. It turned out to be a greenfinch. It was tame enough to come within a foot of me and I noticed a ring on its leg. I remembered hearing bird noises, occasionally, from behind that shed, so I went down to ask the guys if they kept finches. Turned out they'd had a few escape, this morning.
I took DS2 with me (I'd sent DS1 in and he was safely occupying himself with eating a pastry!) he was rather confused by coming home, going back down the hill then coming up again. While they guys were trying to catch the bird, he'd plastered himself to the road. The older guy, who I used to think seemed a little curmudgeonly, was genuinely concerned that DS2 was scared of him, so I explained his confusion and that he had autism, so expected things to happen in a particular order. To him, you get home from a walk and you stay home!
Earlier, this week, the guy had said hello to him and he put his hand to his mouth and said "ho!" which is his way of greeting people who say hello to him. It would be daft to completely hide the basics of medical info when his actions are so out of the ordinary. It wouldn't help him at all.
OTOH, the boarded up window upstairs is the result of an unfortunate collision with a toy box.