I see them everywhere that I go. I see them in the street, sitting on the table adjacent to me in a cafe, being loud at the library, at the zoo, walking a dog. I see them peopling my past with anecdotes that had little or no context at the time. Though they never did blend into the crowd, these adults who are like my child, now I see them like never before. When I was a child, autism wasn’t a common diagnosis. I don’t recall ever knowing anything about it before the movie Rain Man, but doubtless, we all knew autistic children and adults on the “higher” functioning end of the spectrum, and so did our parents and grandparents. Some of those people…