Higher maths of any sort - show me anything to do with x+y and my brain squeals for mercy.

Remembering people’s names. You could tell me your name is Jack and I’ll forget it within three minutes. Even though I’ll be saying, “JACK! JACK! JACK!” to myself as I’m shaking your hand it’ll be gone and I’ll have to ask someone on the sly what it is. If everyone had numbers for names I’d be laughing.

Judging distances/the sizes of things - how far to the end of the road/how long is this cabinet? Don’t ask me, I haven’t got a bleeding clue! I’ll be miles out.

Dealing with highly emotional people - I want to slap them and tell them to stop it. And don’t cry in front of me, I’m at a loss of what I’m supposed to do.

Picking up tiny things - absolutely useless! It’ll be on the floor and pinged out of reach under the bed in a second.

Opening flip-top shampoo-type bottles - just can’t do it. I have to get a towel or someone else to do it for me.

These are just the tip of the iceberg.