Fun fact: that’s literally how I figured out I was autistic, just for my own teaching degree. I kept reading descriptions of adaptations to make and getting annoyed because they were all just improvements and it felt like this was just an objectively better way to teach, so they didn’t need to have the standard, seemingly subpar lesson plans in the book except as a cheap foil to make the adaptations more obvious. And then my entire personality and history in school and work hit me like a truck. And then I realized that both of my parents were fucking weirdos who taught me a whole lot of useful things about social interaction that none of my friends had to learn. Since then, I’ve been slowly trying to unmask and learning a lot about myself.