I have a mosaic of burns and scratches across my hands, and no idea how I acquired any of them. I had the same thing for breakfast as I had yesterday and will have tomorrow, before setting off for the office where I work methodically through my paperwork from the left side of my desk to the right. I'll get everything done, but not necessarily the way a normal person would. I look normal, but I'm not.
I am Autistic.
A fascinating read. Not every autistic persons are diagnosed while young. This post explain what day-to-day life is like for someone suffering from autism (mild autism I should say because she's a functional adult after all).