"Kay, I'll go with that one. Sure." You shrug and roll your eyes, then type--in place of the text you highlighted--the following,
>>At the age of 7 years, 72 days, 15 hours, 12 minutes, 14 seconds, 359,103 microseconds, it became correctly determined by Damien Stough's parents that he would never learn to perform the act of changing the diapers that he was wearing...<<
You saved (making sure to make each alteration you make a separate save file) and quickly hit 'Perform'.
"Okay April!" You shouted immediately afterwards, minimizing the window and putting the Chrome browser in its place. "Come in." You said softer, hitting random article on Wikipedia.
"Hehheh." You hear laughter from your sister, who is four feet away from you across the room.
You shake your head startled, looking at her just standing there.
"You didn't notice me come in?" She chortles, sitting down at your bed. "Since when do you tell me to come in, by the way?"
"Oh um... I dunno." You stiffen up and just try to read your article of... your monitor is completely different. Also your room is completely different, and a bit smaller, and filled with completely different stuff.
Oh boy, your memories are updating again. You were born with hand-eye coordination issues. You went to special ed, and how good your school life on an hour-to-hour basis was dependent largely on the thoroughness of which nurse changed you last. You didn't make any affectionate friendships, and never had a romantic relationship at all. You've been able to do most things competently by yourself, but your mom or (usually) your sister is always with you when you go out--which is a given, because you can't drive--and even at home your mom or (almost always) your sister is hovering around you, if you hurt yourself or need help with something--which unfortunately is often.
You were picking up a lot of abilities when you were around six or seven; holding your own dining utensils (though still accompanied), holding and reading books, going up and down stairs, and several other things. When you were seven, though, your mom decided that changing your own diapers isn't worth trying; it requires a lot of precise hand movements to get yourself properly cleaned. You still don't bathe yourself either; your mom finds it too dangerous.
Your life feels pretty uneventful. When you were in high school, your life was half sitting around doing nothing, half being anxious and awkward in school. When you graduated two years ago, it became just sitting around doing nothing. Sometimes you see your friends, but don't have much to talk about. Whenever your sister takes you out, you're inevitably going to soil yourself at some point, which will take up lots of time from whatever fun you might have been having (it's not too awkward though; she's become an expert in changing you under just about any circumstance).
Your family bought an entirely different house when you were 13, because they needed one with a very spacious bathroom.
In general your life feels really weirdly contented. You have this looming sense of defeat and sadness, but not a depression. It's more like a feeling that you can't do anything, and that's just your life. It's really surreal though; you'd previously seen yourself as someone who would spit in the face of poor fate or limitations, but apparently, even a moderately-severe disability is enough to hold you down.
Actually wait a second, you 'remember' now that you have an extensive knowledge of world history! Like seriously, you can connect the dots from every major nation today down through all the wars and events to the most distant records. Also, you have watched a LOT of anime. Your day pretty much revolves around reading as many chapters of whatever history text as you can, and watching as many episodes of anime as you can. It's a weirdly reliable, comfortable and endless spring of spiritual nourishment for you.