When I was 12-13, my ex-neighbors (the lady died, her two daughters grew up and left home and the man moved away) used to play their music really loudly, and one Saturday night they did, while we were having lasagna for tea. I told my mother that the song was La Bamba, and she said to my father, "He must have really good hearing if he can detect that. All I can hear is thumping."

Sometimes, I can smell things that others can't, or detect things that are not detectable to the neurotypical. I say that curing autism is akin to getting rid of sniffer dogs at the airport. X-ray imaging of luggage can find concealed items, but sometimes, it's the good old sniffer dog that walks along and sits beside someone in line and the handler says, "Can you come with me, please?" And they find that the person has inserted drugs in their rectum.

People should embrace being autistic.