From what my parents tell me:
-as a very young kid (toddler) I would go to the kitchen and stack and organize cans, this later lead to me organizing my hotwheels/matchbox cars by color and type.
-As a kid I was very picky and foods (I know every kid is picky) but my issues were a bit more noticeable, I also SPECIFICALLY had issues with the textures of foods.
-I've always been kind of clueless in social situations (but I've learned, and at this point I think that's not a noticeable aspect)
-I currently DESPERATELY want to 'complete' my various backlogs. (games, books, movies, tv)
-I've moved 9 times in my life, each time felt progressively worse. (difficulty with change)
lol those are just the trials of life dude. I'm pretty sure I hit every single one of those myself at some point and I'm pretty sure I'm not autistic.
When I was in elementary school we lived right next door to the school and my moms used to make us catch the bus anyways because there were woodlands inbetween my house and the school. The only bus that would stop at my house was the short bus with the handicapped kids so I ended up riding that one.
Well, I'd leave everyday a little early cus that bus would leave early and one day in the second grade my buddy asked the teacher why I had to leave everyday and as I was walking out the classroom she was actually explaining to the class some shit about special kids.
It wasn't until a little later when I was asking my mom about the bus that I put two and two together (the teacher assumed that I was also handicapped and was pretty much telling the other kids I was "special"). It didn't really bother me though because A) I was like seven and didn't realize it for awhile afterwards and B) that teacher was really hot.
My mom also put me in a speech impediment class because I picked up a lisp from my cousin (from hearing him speak). The lady teaching the class was tryin to teach me how to sound my "S"'s through my teeth.
IE: "thtay over here!"
The other kids made fun of me and were saying I sounded gay (I don't think I even knew what that was yet) so I told my mom I didn't want to go. She said I needed to learn how to speak correctly so I listened to how other people spoke and taught myself.
For awhile after the class and the bus thing I went through a phase where I wondered if I could have possibly had something or maybe they thought I did when I was real little cus I hardly ever talked at all and was incredibly anti-social with kids I didn't know. But I really don't think so. I think shit like that happens to alot of kids when they're real little (or maybe back in the day) where adults think they're slower or challenged when they really aren't, just different.