Being hyper-abled and disabled are not mutually exclusive. That's why there are terms for people who exist at both ends of the ability/disability spectrum at the same time. "Twice exceptional", "idiot savant", "splinter skills", "spiky skill profile"... These are a few of the terms invented specifically to describe such a pattern. Autistic people, in particular, are likely to fit this pattern.
I have had many fights, fights and confrontations in my life. Sometimes for work and other times for personal reasons. But without a doubt the most exhausting and destructive war and struggle has been against depression and illness. It usually happens that people who have just met me perceive me as somewhat tough or aggressive or tough, I don't know. And I surely am. But if it weren't for that, I wouldn't have survived so many illnesses and the major depression that took me almost ten years to get out of, only to discover that I wasn't crazy but that I was autistic, bipolar, intelligent. Then all the internal struggles fell away, all those wars and chimeras, the war with myself.
The physical consequences, in the form of clinical illnesses, of a life as hectic as a roller coaster and the consequent mental collapse were the end of one life and the beginning of another. Sometimes I have wondered why I still talk about those things and recently I realized that I do it like someone who looks at their scars and shows them as trophies or decorations, as a memory of having survived a war, adversity or many things. . It's like saying "I'm here despite everything and thanks to what a bastard I am."
Most of the time I regret talking about my battles because I feel like an idiot, like the grandfather who always repeats his story. And I think that is indeed the case. I'm close to giving up digital social life because I don't find much value in it anymore, except for a very few people from whom I learn interesting things.
Sometimes, many times, I have felt like a kind of Gulliver in Lilliput. I know that talking about high intellectual abilities makes one be considered arrogant, but in reality it is not. There is a tendency to believe that people who have one deficiency, or several, are disabled or limited and need help.
But if you have a high IQ, if wherever you go you have been given dozens of tests and they all confirm that you are a brain monster, then it is assumed that you have no problem, that your intelligence is more than enough to live in this world. And it surely is so. But when one has other concomitant conditions, everything changes. That is double exceptionality, a genius who does not seem like it because he is autistic. And an autistic who doesn't look like it because he is very intelligent.
And do you know what it feels like on this side? Frustration and desire for isolation. It becomes difficult to relate to someone. And I don't need people to be especially intelligent, in fact many of my friends and loved ones have been almost illiterate.
For such a person, solitude and anonymity are more comfortable than a life of relationship.