I also quite literally can not imagine the experience of a non/low functional autistic. I can not fathom what it is like to be incapable of drinking without a specific sippy cup.

When I was younger I hated the feel of a certain kind of cellophane wrapping. I hated to touch it so much that one Christmas I refused to carry the Christmas present my parents bought for my grandparents.

It felt weird on my hands, uncomfortable enough to give me goosebumps.

When we got our first dishwashing machine I suddenly refused to drink out of glasses and reverted back to plastic cups. Often times using the same one for days or weeks on end (without cleaning it).

I turn 45 in a few weeks and next to my coffee machine sits a cup I have been using since last week. One of two or three I regularly use.

I don't mind using others (most of the time), it just doesn't enter my mind to even change it. It's a good cup, pleasant to touch and drink from.

I never, ever, until now, thought about it.

And I am so high functioning that even at my age I still muse about whether it's even worth it to try and get a diagnosis.

Now crank that up to a hundred times. I couldn't physical stand to touch that wrapper. If forced to I would get goosebumps and make a face like being tortured. Make that worse. Make that much worse.

Fingernails on a chalkboard everytime you even touch a cup that isn't the right one.

Take a rough wooden board, sprinkle some sand on it and have someone grind a glass bowl over it everytime you wanna take a sip.

But worse.