It took a long time to accept that I see the world differently. I never quite understood that when I was young. I always thought I was just missing something or felt confused or wondered why people behaved the way they did. And, as most people do, I looked at myself and wondered what was wrong with me, before looking outward and considering that perhaps my perspective was fine, and to ask why others saw the world the way they did. For years I didn’t understand that my sense of compassion wasn...