" My brother used to get overstimulated just like this. He’s autistic.” Her chest constricted at his words. She shouldn’t have used the word overstimulated. Most people didn’t use it. Why would they? When he narrowed his eyes, she could almost see the connections being made in his mind, the question forming there. She held her breath and hoped he wouldn’t ask. She could withhold the truth, but she’d never learned how to lie. “Are you?” Her shoulders slumped, and her throat burned with shame. She made herself nod. "

― Helen Hoang , The Kiss Quotient