Did anyone else feel this way?

Until I was 13, I grew up feeling like I was in a bubble that wouldn’t pop, my mind felt encapsulated and my body didn’t feel like an extension of me. It did make me feel different, distant and alien, but I wasn’t bothered by it, I’ve always been withdrawn and happiest in just my own company (I’ve never known how/been able to make and keep friends). In my bubble, I legitimately did not know how others perceived me or how my actions and words affected them, so when I felt bothered by my younger siblings, I’d often yell at or insult them. I’d tease them sometimes too. It felt like other humans were NPCs to observe, I didn’t know that I was harsh, I thought others wouldn’t take it personally.

To this day, I can’t remember ever feeling sympathy or empathy, I can still care about people and I make a point of being fair, compassionate, loyal, and considerate the best I can, within reasonable boundaries. I think about morality a lot. I worry that I was the one who gave my sister her body image issues, I’d call her ugly when we were kids. I was very shy though, so I didn’t act this was towards people outside my immediate family.