I Was Diagnosed With Autism in My 40s. It Gave Me a Lot of Answers.

Six years ago, my now-husband, Sam, asked my father if he could marry me. They sat in my dad’s Volvo in my parents’ driveway in San Antonio, Texas. It was raining. With Sam, my father would offer wisdom that was far more demonstrative and thoughtful than any insights he had ever shared with me. And even as I understood that transitive properties were at work and that my father loved Sam for loving me, I felt there was a closeness between them that I would never know.