The problem with discovering I am autistic is that I doubt my own judgement. I don’t know what to do about it. I suppose at times I misinterpret things, but not all the time, I don’t think.
I just heard the same lady who said she came here to have a rest. She was shouting at someone over the phone: ‘It doesn’t matter where I am! I’m an adult and I’m tired, I’ll come back in the morning.’
So it really doesn’t look like I misinterpreted what she said before: she left home to come here to have some rest.