Niece is dying (again)

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I dunno. Five minutes before I convinced him in his language, he wanted to know "who" I was and "what" I knew about my mother. My insistence and timing worked (or it might have been me being twice his age). It sometimes doesn't.

You're her son----why wouldn't you want to know as much as possible about your mother?

You're "useful" in that you acquired the skills to take care of somebody. It's something I might acquire in time, should the need arise.

Oh, sorry. She was transferred overnight from a nearby Level 1 trauma hospital to a different Level 1 at the University of Utah, and her stats hadn't followed her as quickly. The neurologist didn't know who she, or I, were until his attending pharmacist mentioned that he had spoken to "her son the night before when she was transferred ... and there he is, there he is!" That is when the neurologist whipped around, and asked me who I was.

I knew everything about my mother's conditions in clinical terms (which I showed him in spades), but he believed, momentarily, that I had just wandered into her room.

Yeah, autism turbo-charges all kinds of knowledge and skills. When I told the neuro a year later that I am autistic, he finally understood why I was talking to him and his team at 6:00 a.m. in rapid-fire autistic clinical-ese (and spot on, I might say).