I started to realise I was different around 7 or 8, when I found my first and lasting special interest. Other kids would have their things they liked to do, which would come and go in phases, but I was completely immersed in mine and was content to spend all of my time on it, even if it meant missing out on other opportunities or being alone all of the time. In my solitude I found my own inner language for the world around me, and the usual ways of expression I saw demonstrated by others made less and less sense. I cared very much about my studies and wanted to talk about school subjects with my mates, who found that weird. I saw that I approached nearly everything differently from my peers. When I started manifesting those differences outwardly, it got me into some trouble at school. I was happy to be as I was except when others were clearly
unhappy with it. I was caught between wanting to please and resenting efforts to make me conform.
At one point I remember sitting there and wanting to tell my doctor that something was wrong with me - that I felt completely different to everyone else. Then I thought that it would be stupid to say that because I couldn't describe the "symptoms" or tell him what exactly the problem was, and thus he wouldn't be able to help me or "prescribe" anything for it (does that make sense to anyone?). I knew I was different but didn't know how.
This does make sense to me. Perfectly. I had a moment like this as well, when I was diagnosed with "chronic nervousness" at around age nine. I wanted to tell my parents and the doctor that the anxiety was only the tip of the iceberg, and at least partly caused by the great sense of difference I felt, but I didn't know how to explain myself. Almost fifty years on, it can still be very hard to articulate.
I would psych myself up and keep repeating in my head to just talk normally like everyone else but as soon as I got to school I became mute.
I can relate to this. I had similar talks with myself for a time, just after I started a new school at age twelve. I would look in the mirror and more or less tell myself, "Act normal today. It isn't that hard. Everybody else does it." Didn't work.
other kids talked and laughed while a song was playing while i was lost in the song, fascinated by it.
This, this, this! I remember feeling so much more involved with things I saw, heard, and learned than my peers. I didn't understand how everyone else could be so casual about things I found so deeply intriguing.
I got formally disciplined at school once for lying down on the classroom floor to take in a lesson. It was a subject I enjoyed, and I thought I would get more from it if I could just relax on the floor and close my eyes to listen. I gave it a try, and was bewildered when my explanation wasn't enough to clear things up with my parents or school authorities. My insistence that I did it so I could be a better student only made things worse. I didn't understand why they wanted me to be sorry for it.
I also had an extremely messy desk during elementary school. No matter how hard I tried, my desk would become unbelievably messy and disorganized.
Had I been in your class, there would have been two desks tipped over by the teacher. My desk is still a mess today. I wouldn't want it to be otherwise.