We're nearly 50 years old.
We're utterly disabled, unable to work besides write novels. It's a constellation of issues that prevent us from making much money at anything we do. And our government won't give us disability support (so weird and wrong to call it "benefits"). So, we're living with a couple of girlfriends who support us almost completely, with some monthly donations from family and friends to keep us in toothpaste and clothes.
We had a 20 year career in printing and graphic design, made a webcomic for 15 of those years, and got married, bought a house, got divorced and then lost the house, and hit autistic burnout and all sorts of other garbage.
It's been super rough, but we can't say it's been worse than our childhood, actually. We generally hate all of it with a fiery passion. But we love our girlfriends, and our greater friends group, and the fact that we get to use "we" and "us" a lot of the time without much ridicule. We've found a niche to live in and we've lived long enough to see certain parts of society become way more accepting of what we are (for now).
Also, our relationship with our parents is much better now, so that's cool.