PhD student here. I was just always pushed by my parents to do the best I can, and I always liked science and knew becoming a scientist was the only real option for me - I'm absolutely not suited for office jobs, and the need to use my brain all the time is almost a necessity.
It was rough back in my worse SA days, but I had a goal and kept pushing for it despite what my body was telling me. You just kind of grit your teeth and go for it.
My SA wasn't as bad as for some people, I guess. It made human interaction painful, but it didn't prevent me from socializing for as much as was needed to progress in my studies and research. And that progress, in turn, boosted my confidence and gave me the, "My SA doesn't matter, I'm successful anyway", attitude which made it very easy to cope with it.
This is how life works: when something is very hard, you need to push for it and do it no matter how hard it is - and as you do it, it becomes easier and easier, until one day you look back and wonder, "What was I even scared of?" It is the first few steps that are hard, but from there it gets better continuously.
My mindset exactly. very beautiful.
We are in a reverie/ And everything you thought you knew isn't what it seems/ Only truth will set you free/ And I would never lie to you