I am autistic, my brother is too...I was raised by my self mostly (grandparents were guardians, but no rules/etc)...he had an IEP, people were aware he was "dif

I am autistic, my brother is too...I was raised by my self mostly (grandparents were guardians, but no rules/etc)...he had an IEP, people were aware he was "different" and it shows in his behavior now. I didn't go far in school after H.S. - but decided to learn to code and get a job programming. Paid off greatly. My brother finished a degree in college, and lives with mom, and works as a stock-boy though he has a similar degree as my career in digital design, etc. She cut his food for him last time I saw him when I was like 22, we went out to dinner...he seemed embarrassed but just let her do it. I left home at 22, got married at 25, had kids at 38, found out I had ADHD and Autism at 38. I presumed I might, because a lot of people with it told me I did, and I guess it makes sense in retrospect... Sure there's a lot of more severe cases, but most people with autism, you'd really not notice they had it...I don't give a shit about Musk, I used to be a fan, but lately he's become a bit of a jerk, so not a fan-boy any longer....I couldn't say with a surety he really is one, or just wants to pretend he's part of the self-proclaimed "autists" of WSB fame as his "group". My point: The borderlines like myself, my son, my brother... I wonder if it's better we just hide in the cracks or something and blossom on our own than be stigmatized by IEPs, "oh you poor autistic reject of society"... my son is super smart, he's a freaking sponge, he just sometimes has outbursts, quirks, raging tempers, or the world becomes "too loud"... I get that too. I still have what feel like 2-year old overwhelming tantrums that bubble up when I'm over-stimulated... I've thrown a Wendy's Frosty at the wall in one of my previous homes because I was upset about something... (not the first time either). I got therapy and found out ways to cope with it as an adult, we had my son in therapy and they were using a dog whistle and training him with treats like he was fucking pavlov's dog....we fired the therapists pretty dang quick.