Are We Thinking Ourselves Sick?

When I was 23, my roommate, who worked in sales but had majored in psychology, caught me in the midst of an internet rabbit hole and told me she thought I was on the autism spectrum. I laughed, but she said that she was serious, and started ticking off my symptoms: I often didn’t make eye contact with people when I spoke to them, I had a nervous tic that caused me to twist my hair, I worried too much, and I had a tendency to develop niche interests. She gestured to the article I was reading about Uzbek cotton exports.