@autism101 @actuallyautistic @Splodgenoodles

Well, this explains the entirety of my school life in the 60s and 70s, the majority of my work life (so lucky to land in a career that required "tunnel" workflows) and married life. (Especially my first marriage!)

For those not up with the thread...
https://monotropism.org/

It explains why I'm a solo cycle tourist, not a cycle racer - flow, alone in a tunnel, the road. It explains my love of coding, even though I never had opportunities to follow that stream - dunno how anybody got to follow that stream in Tasmania?! It explains my approach to music - lose myself in recording a piece that then takes years for me to learn how to actually play!

Also, in the 60s and 70s, I was damned lucky to have a mum who fought tooth and nail to keep me from being labelled as anything, even if that, in itself, made me public enemy #1 at school. I had a mate in high school who was my intellectual equal, also an absolute misfit, like me, and he got streamed into the "remedial class" - last time I caught up with him, he a was a first officer on a merchant ship. You don't get a gig like that if you're genuinely a "remedial student." His parents loved him but despaired of him sometimes. I got him, he got me, where most of our classmates thought we were weird.

Tasmania is not a place to grow up on the spectrum in.