I’m 31, and autistic. Social situations are a hard for me, as well as making friends. It wasn’t so much my life’s story that made her sad, but more so the state of my employment, in that my supervisors both agreed that I was a “30 year old man-child that needed babysitting” for the few times I forget to complete tasks on a day to day basis, and that the regional manager told me that “no one else’s would hire me” as I was too much of a problem to remain employed, should I seek employment elsewhere. It wasn’t so much a defeated attitude, so much as an acceptance, that that was me, that was the best I could do, and regardless of I was content with it, that was my life. (This is my first post, and see this as more cathartic, but wanted to say thank you regardless for having me)