Student essay written in en (native language: English, CEFR level: C1, field of study: Sciences humaines et sociales)

I picked archeology after more than a decade of trial and error in other fields. This choice stems from three epiphanies: the first one is that I got diagnosed as autistic as an adult only three years ago (I was 25), this first point, allowed me to understand that my failings were not due to laziness or just to "being an idiot" which to be honest is what most of my teachers told me during secondary school.
The second point the realisation that I am in fact a woman , and not a man as i was led to believe by peer pressure. After around 13 years of denial I understood the steps I had to take to take control of my life and to finally be me. 
Now the third point is more contextual, after my baccalaureat( which I did in Paris it's a complicated story but my parents are not french, nor native english speakers for that matter, but they wanted their kids to be bilingual from the get go, to expand the realm of possibilities accessible by growing up with more than one semantic frame if reference.) I wandered around for some years , I passed the exams necessary to enrol in "les beaux Arts", went there for a year then found it interesting and yet not what i was looking for. The next year I applied for a bachelor's degree in history, and found myself disappointed and wanting once more. So i quit, and set my sights on a more practical path: a costume design and making school (vocational school) in Paris (south of Paris) for three years i attended, during which i learned a great deal, but something was still missing, I needed more, i needed substance, something to quench the mind not just the hands. Once the diploma passed i worked as a costume designer for theater and opera, for some years , until the pandemic made that impossible. Quarantine led to depression which led to questioning what i wanted from life, and at this point, shall i say i still was deeply unhappy with it. I tried little things, in rapid succession, i was a health worker during the first quarantine (with the "protection civile) , I passed the initial selection to be a pilot in the french air force, then left because of political disagreements, and lastly I enrolled in another, shorter vocational school, carpentry this time. None of these filled the void i was feeling , and it took me another close call with poverty and homelessness to ask myself the correct questions. 
At this point in my story the two first point are crashing through my mental barriers like they were but paper. And it forced to reconsider my "empirical data" were long studies in fact not for me? Or did i actually just need to acknowledge my disabiliy? What was the silver lining in all my experiences? And suddenly i knew. It dawned on me like the first spring sun. What i wanted was to feel human, to feel the connection between individuals, to understand the links we as a specie work so hard to establish, and this through our whole existence. To be me i had to understand that. I had to BE a part of it. To study the impacts, the little things, the languages, the materials we shape, the tools we make, the love and care and attention we and our ancestors wove into them. And who, on Earth was studying THIS SPECIFIC FIELD? Archaelogists.
It was so simple and so beautiful. And answer so plain it had been staring at me for more than a decade. 
And so far each day I spend in this field quenches BOTH my hands AND my mind. It fuels my curiosity in a way nothing ever came close to doing before. Was this the question? I have no idea. Did writing this bring tears to my eyes? You bet.