I spent a long time not knowing who I was, in reality. Fulfilled many roles, some better than others, professionally successful mainly, wonderful husband and children and now grandchildren who I love with all my heart. A couple of years ago, in my 60s, I was diagnosed as autistic and it all fell into place over the following few months. Lots of reflecting, quite a bit of overthinking, some Aha moments and some frankly appalling pain, but it made a difference in a good way. Getting older, every morning that I wake up, now, is a bonus, I am grateful for it. I stretch, listen to the world outside moving around, know that my husband has enabled us to have the means to enjoy the day, week, month, year. My eldest daughter has given me a mobility scooter and I can more easily get to the library. A joy. I can still work as a freelancer and continue to contribute to the community. My son and daughter in law just had their first baby, our fifth grandchild. Life is good. There are no words to share how grateful and privileged I feel. My role? I fill a gap in the world and am content to leave it at that.