Imagine for a moment that someone handed you a map when you were eight years old. Not a map to a destination, but a map to yourself. One that explained why you felt things so deeply, why you needed more time alone than your siblings, why you could not sit still in a classroom that was not built for the way your mind works, why you always felt just a little bit different from everyone around you. How different would your story look? That map exists. It has always existed. And