For as long as I can remember, I’ve always known I was an oddball.
For most of my life, it never occurred to me that there would eventually be an official name for my general unusualness. I assumed it was just coincidence that I was an oddball in so many different ways.
Had I been born in the 1990’s or later, I almost certainly would have been diagnosed, as a child, with autism or maybe PDD-NOS. But, growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s, I was just a weirdo.
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