The truth about having friends in an autistic world. Making friends is supposed to be easy, right? Natural. Normal. It just kinda happens. At least that’s the story we’re told through books, movies, and TV. It was when I was growing up, and what I saw surrounding me as I got older. You meet someone, you “click,” and from there it’s late-night phone calls, inside jokes, matching your energy, and sitting with you during the hard times. By adulthood, you’re expected to have that “best friend” — the Thelma to your Louise, your ride-or-die buddy, your ‘person,’ the one who shows up with ice cream when life falls apart and…