Being uncharitable to myself, this basically describes me. Back in the day my parents paid a few thousand bucks to send me to a neuropsych in my final year of college because I was struggling hard. I was gunning for that adderall scrip - had copped a couple from friends and they made me seem like the superhuman scholar of my dreams (the first hit is quite something!). Then the neuropsych came back with a report that was like "surprise actually you are autist" and I was like wtf. These days of course I could have had a 20 minute zoom call with a pill mill and got my amphetamines. I didn't get my drugs but it did give me extensions on some assignments, even extending a couple months past the end of the formal school year. Sometimes I still have nightmares that there are assignments I have yet to complete before they'll give me my degree. Anyway without that advantage I definitely would have just failed out.