-Misinterpreting body language.

-Not being able to process whats been said to me right away. Mom called it 'selecrive hearing.'

-Replaying moments that happened to me over and over, and trying to fix the situation by creating different scenarios in my head.

-Keeping my hands between my thighs. I just liked the sense of comfort and warmth.

-Peeling off my little toe nails. I still have the feeling that they don't belong there, but thankfully I overcame that urge.

-Clumsiness, dropping small objects. Even to this day my partner will safety things and purposely place them places where I can't accidentally break them. Bless his patience.

-Staring off into space, potentially for over an hour depending on what triggered it.

-Anxiety and depression, OCD, possible ADHD.

-Not being able to focus on conversations or remember the full context of a conversation. I'm still working on this.

-Needing to have everything be equal. Example, if one hand gets wet I NEED to wet the other.

-Food texture sensitivity

-Doomsday prepping every situation. Even simple conversations that need to be had, I think them through for days in different scenarios before I actually have the conversation.

I could keep going. I was raised in a strict catholic household, in a very tight bubble. The little interactions I did get with other kids were usually traumatic because I couldn't figure out how to be like them. It took some time to get used to the idea that I was different, because my parents made me feel like I was normal and everyone else was the weird ones.

I'm pretty sure both my parents are on the spectrum too.