What I notice now that I finally have a name for my disability (autism) is how hidden it was. I'm thankful the neurodivergence movement is revealing a spectrum of disabilities and at the same time illuminating how much discrimination people face over being "different" and not fitting the mold. Because that is what I've lived -- a lot of hurtful comments, being left out, feeling lonely, friends who didn't like me (not real friends), and feeling used by allistic people who had better/different/more fluid social skills than I. Yet when it comes to my skills, I've seen those same people take no interest in learning something new. What bothers me is how much effort I've put into learning how to communicate with them, and meanwhile, some have laughed at and scorned me (very sincere) effort. I'm getting better at recognizing such types, thankfully.