How do the conversations come up?
My entire family lives in the same county and we see e/o fairly regularly, I have yet to tell them DS's dx (he's 3, he got the dx last April.) My father and stepmother have asked about him, and I turned into the iciest lizard-tongued bitch to ensure that they'd never ask again. How do you throw a diagnosis like this to people who just don't understand and will judge you? My father is one thing, I mean, it's his grandson and he probably deserves to know, but in the early days he pegged me as "overprotective" like it was a bad thing so pretty much, that was it. I felt as though I didn't get his 100 percent support and respect, and anything short of that wasn't worth our little family (me, ds, dh)'s trust in serious matters. He's the one who will say "oh, you don't believe that do you??" and I don't want to invite those kinds of trials into my life. He also comes with this horrible wife who I KNOW would jump all over ds's autism and claim it as her own, I can hear it now, her being some sort of autism expert with her sewing circle friends, her fellow churchgoers, her priest, telling them all about "my autistic grandson! my autistic grandson! autism! I'm an expert on autism! Because of my autistic grandson!" and lawd help me, I will never be the one to hand her that opportunity.
My bro and sil respect our privacy. Sil's a nurse and certainly suspects something is up, but also respects that I am a diligent mother and the fact that DS is in preschool answers everyone's questions about how much in denial I might be. Preschool = AnalogWife knows there's a problem and is dealing with it. Now lets all sit back and enjoy this child as he is without going into controversial business-talk.
My other bro, I don't see as much, and he has a way of pointing out aspects in my life that I try to pretend that no one sees ("Your new house looks like a doublewide! What?? Why are you hitting me?? It does! There's nothing wrong with doublewides!") and one day 9 mos before his dx DS moved in a funny way and bro says "Whoa! He's freaky!" and I wanted to die. He doesn't say it in a malicious way, he's just calling it as he sees it. He would accept the dx as matter-of-fact and carry on with his life without giving us much grief.
I suppose I do have a "judgment" story, I have a friend whom I only know online, but we "know" each other, you know how it is, lots of friendships have been formed on online communities...on FB one day she suggested a homeschool option because she became aware that I was sending DS to preschool rather than homeschooling like I always wanted to, so I finally private messaged her just to let her in that the choices I make these days are mostly because DS has Autism. She shoots back "boy, the way you say "he has autism" makes it sound like it's the end all/be all of existence," and that I didn't have to listen to doctors who don't know anything and that I never had to not homeschool my DS, yada. I was livid. Just more proof as to why I don't tell people who can't handle it.