It was somewhere around middle school. Up until then, I didn't think much about it, and the other kids didn't seem to either. It was around middle school that I started getting picked on and started to notice that other kids didn't spend their weekends reading and climbing trees, any more. I played with dolls until I was around 14, and I didn't really care to try to fit in. I, also, didn't have any interest in hanging out with people outside of school (though if I was invited to a birthday party my mom made me go), and I was the only one that still required my mom to pick me up from a sleep over in the middle of the night. I didn't understand jokes like the other kids did; I even came home and told my mom a couple of inappropriate ones because I didn't get them. Kids started pointing out that (and picking one me for it) I carried the same exact thing in my lunch everyday since kindergarten, It was quite obvious that I was not normal, but, aside form being picked on, I really didn't care that much. The other kids weren't that important to me.