Being autistic reminds me of a typical fantasy novel.
It begins with a young girl who doesn’t quite fit in with the rest of the village. There’s something special about her, and at first she can only see the trouble that it causes.
Then one day, she learns the reason. She is different, perhaps secretly descended from elves or fairies. Moreover, there are others like her.
But there’s a twist. Lies have been spread about her people, and it could endanger her to reveal who she really is.
So she hides it, and pores over ancient manuscripts to learn from ancestors who shared her unique gifts – until one fateful day, when darkness threatens the village.
To save the day, she will need the very peculiarity she tries to hide. Only her true self will be strong enough to defeat evil and bring peace to all, with the help of other outcasts whom she accepts and empowers.
In the end, she is victorious – but only after learning to embrace the power and potential of her unique self.