When I was a little girl, I once visited a family rel relative whose whose friend was, according to what my mother told me, was different from everyone else. And during the rest of the drive, I dove into the ocean of curiosity in my little head. I started to wonder, how exactly is he different from me.I remember watching him struggle in social situations, awkward silences, miscues, and discomfort in conversations that felt easy for others. I noticed that the world around him was made for people who fit into ...