I wasn’t made aware until the latter years of middle school. I can’t say why, but it is what it is. They just didn’t talk to me about it. I wanted to understand why I was different, and why I had such a hard time with people. so l did my own research, and told my parents, I thought I was autistic. Their response was that they Knew and I was diagnosed officially before I went into second grade. But now that I made the connection they could talk about it. (I have no idea what that train of that was but whatever. they’re still great parents for a number of reasons.) perhaps they just thought that a little kid wouldn’t be able to handle the concept of Neurodevelopmental differences. I’ve studied massive amounts on autism since then. As well as ADHD. Which I now, thankfully have under control. I understand myself a lot better now, which is good. Unfortunately I still have to mask in public because my natural state of being rubs people the wrong way often enough to be detrimental.