Hello kind people, thanks for reading. A few years ago I read the first published work of an elderly woman. It described her marriage to a man who was fairly obviously on the autistic spectrum, but they married during WW2 (he acted very strangely on their wedding night), so obviously not diagnosed. They lived mainly in Devon and had one daughter. I've posted in Adult Fiction, despite this being an autobiography, because I feel MNers who read novels may well have read it. Unlike me, you may well remember the title and author's name!