I’m also in the middle, obviously not anywhere near level 3 autism but also obviously very different from level 1. I didn’t get assigned a level when I was diagnosed, that I’m aware of (technically I’m diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, which probably implies level 1 - which is also why I usually say I have autism instead, because when people think “Asperger’s,” they think of someone significantly less affected than me and essentially hold me to NT expectations I can’t meet). I managed to get two positions as a part-time janitor, but only because the companies were desperate for employees (my manager at my first job asked me several times if I knew anyone else who would like a part-time job and was asking me to cover extra shifts every week), and I couldn’t handle the stress (I hung on until the first company was sold to another company, but I was cutting myself multiple times a day and lost the second job when I was hospitalized for mental health reasons). Doubt I’ll ever manage a job again, if nothing else because my memory is pretty much shot from ECT for severe treatment-resistant depression (didn’t do a thing for that) and I also have selective mutism, meaning I’m incapable of any job requiring significant social interaction. I can’t even get hired for the kind of crappy jobs that “anyone” can get, I applied for easily over fifty jobs of that sort and can count on one hand the number I heard a peep back from. Probably will also never be able to live independently, much to my chagrin.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"