You encapsulated my life so well. I remember, when I was 20, I had a 1980 Mazda 626, and one of my special interests is Japan. I saw an old Toyota Landcruiser stopped in the emergency stopping bay on the freeway and its windscreen had been smashed. Similarly, we went on a road trip with a couple who had a Nissan 4WD, and the man was a truck driver and he insisted upon sitting on the flat top and caused a car to go off to the side and flick up a stone that hit him in the windscreen, leaving a bullseye crack. I said that I would have been distressed and wanted genuine parts as they were Japanese. My mother told me that my "obsessions" were stupid.

My mental health took a turn for the worse and I saw my GP at age 30. She diagnosed me with depression and PTSD, and sent me to a psychologist. I saw one psychologist who was useless, and then another who suspected I may be autistic. I had this conformed and my GP has become a great ally.