I didn’t know I was autistic until I was an old man. As a youngster - suck it up and give it a go, or you won’t get picked. The list of sports I haven’t tried and competed in is probably shorter than those I have, but just a journeyman in most, master of none. A problem I had in several sports with small, fast moving objects (tennis, squash, cricket, table tennis - badminton was OK because of the shuttle’s slow and drop) was that my eyes couldn’t adjust their accommodation fast enough. A ball would get a within a couple of metres of me and I could no longer focus on it. I thought coaches who spoke of “watch the ball onto the racket” were speaking figuratively. Much later I found out that other players could actually do that. I just had to do a rapid approximation in my mind of the projected trajectory and “hit” where the ball should be. My squash racket’s head frame was covered in black marks - near misses.
My last TIA damaged parts of my cerebellum, so now I can’t be trusted on stairs. Or ladders. Or my motorbike.
My last TIA damaged parts of my cerebellum, so now I can’t be trusted on stairs. Or ladders. Or my motorbike.