Far too similar to each other and to what they were in my day. Back then, the autism spectrum wasn’t so much a spectrum as a what the fuck is autism? question—as bright a blip on the high school radar as peanut allergies, celiac disease, transsexual restroom rights, and out-of-the-closet teenagers were in 1990-something. Changes trickled along, a drop or so at a time. I figured by the time my girls were teens, everyone would have joined in on the diversity dance. I was wrong. Diversity never made it past a slow, awkward shuffle.
