There's so much of like, stuff that's very hard for me to describe in just, how I perceived everything growing up, that I feel like people used as reason to believe I had autism. And I don't experience those things anymore (or maybe just not to the same degree) and use that to kind of say "okay maybe I don't have it", but I'm still wondering?
It's like everything was... fuzzy. The world around me and all the people in it making up this vast uninterpretable space, and I didn't know how to interface with it at all. Like I was almost just a body floating through the situations I was in very unintuitively.