They're autistic. Their disabilities are them. They literally make them who they are as a human. All the negatives and all the positives and all the difficulties and everything, they are who they are because of it. And I love them as a person, not despite or thanks to anything. I'm ADHD with a couple other neurospicy crap and I struggle with a lot of things. One of them is misinterpreting language on top of being dyslexic. They sometimes need to repeat or rephrase something they're telling me multiple times (and I can see they're becoming annoyed) because my brain just won't process the words correctly. But when it clicks not only do I understand but they feel proud they found the right words for me.

Mental disorders are literally part of the person. They make the person that I/You love.