Thanks, you gorgeous pair and everyone else too. It's true, for three years I was just the weirdo with a brain injury that makes no sense to anyone. Then I found out I'm autistic - always have been but had no clue. So now I'm figuring out how to be autistic, rather than how to be brain damaged. And there is a bit more useful information/help out there.
Earlier on, someone was hailing the glorious shower and onesie. I, too, am now at that stage, though I prefer a snuggle tracksuit. Onesies can be tricky when you go to the loo.
Right, cuppa tea and some chocolate, then I'm off to therapy. I might indulge in brownies once I get home.