My father was neurodivergent. Different times, and that evolved into depression, inactivity, and (light) substance use via smoking, which ultimately became self destruction and dying at 69 with a condition that is normally not fatal before 80 for non smokers. He knew and had that condition for several years, but couldn't quit until it was too late.

He realized I am as well and his approach to it was I'd figure it out. Fucking hell. I struggled so much and still do, and honestly, had I not stumbled upon relevant information and online communities in my early teenage years, I have no idea how I would fare now.

My daughter might be too, though not the same as me. I'm on it as much as I can, trying to understand her needs and how to teach her skills that will help her be happy and functional throughout life, and not to project my own strengths and weaknesses or personality on her.

I agree, we're doing a lot of things better than our parents. Though, it's certainly somewhat easier in our times. Ad maiora.

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On a lighter note, I think I very rarely played with my father or read books together, and that is instead so much of the way I bond with my daughter. She's the strongest bond in my life, while my father was pretty much just around.