So many changes! I am completing longer hikes. I kayaked the Johnstone Strait. My rehab is coming along well. I am opening up myself to more intimate behaviour with my wife. We are working together and have been eating together on and off. We both still want to live apart as we feel safe in our own space. We are starting to just look at my autistic behaviours as understandable. It is easier to accept our differences that way.
And now for the miracle. A few months ago I used Ancestry DNA to explore my heritage. In the results, they had a link to a section with data on possible genetic relatives. The first person on the list was my niece, the first born daughter of my sister, given up at birth, whom I had been connected to by a lawyer. The list seemed valid. I then looked at the second name. It was a male. I sent him an email and asked him two questions. He replied and after two more emails, we realized that he is my firstborn son! I had been looking for him for fifty eight years! I now have two granddaughters! To be handed this miracle is a blessing for which I am eternally grateful. It is the end of a sad period and the beginning of Joyous Time.
THE AGEING AUTISTIC 