I'm rereading
The Highly Sensitive Person by Elaine Aron and learning from it more than I had the first time. I picked it up first for the affirmation as I was going through a difficult period; now, it's become an avenue for growth. I'm very pleased with that development.
As part of the book's activities, I asked my mother what I was like as a child. She said I "needed very little attention". My favourite hobbies were watching Sesame Street, playing with jigsaw puzzles, arranging zoos and castles with Lego or plastic animals, and reading. My parents would bring me to a place and I could be left alone; I'd just wander to a room and end up playing with some object, or watch TV. I never messed up people's things, though. There could be a whole table of cosmetics and I'd leave it alone, in contrast to my cousin's more 'normal' interacting behaviour. One example was when I'd climb on my grandma's bed and play with her tissue box for hours. I wouldn't even take the tissues out, but turn it around and around and that would keep me entertained. I recall moments of ecstasy as I sucked on a milk bottle or watched my vision distort when I narrowed my eyes in a certain way.
That all sounds very HSPish to me. I was fascinated by nuances, details that most people don't care about. I wasn't very mechanically-inclined. I probably wanted very badly to please my caregivers and noticed that being quiet was the best way to do that. I would think that I spent my time in mental activity, dreaming, and was barely aware of my surroundings.
These were traits that caused me to suffer somewhat during the school years. But they also resulted in some gifts or honed inherent traits: insight into people that comes from understanding my own mental processes; empathy, from pain; a preference for the systematic; and of course, a liking for text that endures today.