My most recent meltdown was on June 9. My brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew came over (my brother wanted to watch some football and my sister-in-law and the kids came over for dinner. The first plan, on Monday, was that I'd drive my brother home. Fine. Then, on Tuesday, I'd drive my sister-in-law and the kids home. And then drive my brother home after the match. Okay. Then, on Wednesday, I would drive my sister-in-law home. (My brother hasn't been caught drink-driving, but some has been more good luck than good management). My sister-in-law had been drinking and ructions were being made. "No, I'll take you home." Then, just as I was ready to take them, my father said, "No, your brother's going to take them home." I said, "What? This is the fifth change of plan in two days!").

Looking back, I can see a lot of quirks. I liked having things in a set order. I could remember things. I remember I have always hated change, especially unexpected change.

I can remember I became annoyed when my mother ironed my jeans and she went from ironing them with a crease to ironing them flat, so they looked like the covers that rodeo riders wore. I would sometimes re-iron them, with a crease down the front.

I have always tended to prefer my own company, and at school, wanted to be alone and HATED groupwork.