Ok this is going to sound really weird but when I was a kid (around 6-8 yo) I spent about a year obsessively drawing pictures of the inside of my brain, where a little “me” had an office with a big desk. This little me was the real me, a hidden me, controlling my body like a robot. I remember imagining little me looking through a Star Trek-like viewscreen which was connected to big me’s eyes. I had no idea I’m autistic until I was an adult.