It's terribly strange, indeed (in the beginning, especialy) to realize that your personality can be described somewhere there, in psychiatric textbooks My mother and grandmother used to inform me that there was no child like me all over the world - as I see now, it didn't necessarily need to be true. I always perceived myself superior to other people surrounding me - more logical, smarter and so on, and according to me my weirdness (about which you can read here: http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt39373.html) was caused by the fact that some price must be paid for talents (in most cases, at least). My favourite Polish author is Ewa Bialolecka whose stories take place in Lengorchia - a land where children are sometimes born with magical abilities but their bodies (or sometimes minds) are deformed - among the characters there's an albino girl, a young man all covered with fur like an animal, his best friend is a deaf-mute, another powerful wizard whose name was famous in all Lengorchia because of his extraordinary ability to "weave illusions" was born with small, deformed, practically useless legs, another dude was severely autistic and so on. You know, a price is paid for a talent.