I have been diagnosed with allergies to dust and mold, depression (for which I’ve never taken meds) and gender identity disorder (for which I have received treatment.)
Had I been born a decade or two later than I was, I might’ve been diagnosed with a learning or emotional disability: There were some things I simply could not learn no matter how much I studied or how hard I tried, and I sometimes did things that were deemed “inappropriate”—or didn’t do things I was “supposed to” do—because I couldn’t understand someone or something that made sense to everyone else, or seemed to.
Here is a “condition” that non-cyclists I know would “diagnose” in me, even if they don’t call it by that name:
