Somewhere early In primary school. I was always the weird one, the different one, the one who doesn’t get other people’s jokes, and laughs at my own. I would do what people said, not what they meant, and I’d always get in trouble for talking them too literally.

Over fifty years later, with similar problems throughout my working life, I’ve finally come to realise in the last few months that I’m probably autistic.

Too weird for the normal people; too normal for the weird people…

Probably somewhere around the age of 14 when most of my friends started doing “adult stuff” and I still prefered the things I had been doing up untill that point and now at over 30 I still prefer that over adulting.

I don’t know if I’m actually that different from other people but I sure do feel like it. I’m quite independent. I like solitude and I tend to form my own opinions on stuff instead of adopting what people around me think.

I’m probably on the autistic spectrum somewhere and I don’t think of myself as very nice person. I mean I don’t treat people badly ever but I’m not much of a people pleaser either and can be quite blunt from time to time. Surprisingly many people still seem to like me so I don’t know what’s wrong with them.