Almost true story. It was 11, not 5.
Essentially, my sensory system is fucked. Certain sounds, textures, smells, and sensations might provide me with an over or under reactive response. This is not linked to obsessive compulsive disorder and does not interfere with one's perception of / connection to reality. It's physically-affective, so imagine trying to stop your car by pressing the brakes but they don't work as well as you'd like them to and then people laugh at you for bumping in to the curb.
The ability to complete common "trials" such as focusing on someone in a crowded restaurant, driving in the dark (headlights), or walking around without tripping suffers. As does one's processing speed when it comes to sensory input and learning.
Characterized by high intelligence, usually leads to performance anxiety in work / school / social situations, and depression.
Still unsure as to why my parents decided not to tell me, though it may have been a good move on their part. As with most things, the remedy seems to be effort and exercise, and looking at a test for diagnosis has shown me how much I've improved since I was younger.
I don't plan to buy into it too much. It definitely sounds like a fancier way of saying that I'm not social enough. It's nice to know that I may've had a legitimate excuse for being clumsy and aloof for so many years, though.
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