At least, it was the titular notion that kept me from truly accepting my Autism sooner than now. Time after time, I would try to hide my Aspergers and act 'normal' like the cool people I wanted to befriend. It seemed that if I told people what I had, that would be the thing that lost me friends because of the stigma. Instead, I was met with an endless wave of rejections because folks just didn't understand where I was coming from for different reasons, my body language and eagerness to share about myself unnerving to them.
So, here I am, a 24 year old gay who was diagnosed with Aspergers (but am not sure what it's called now that the DSM was revised...) ready to accept that I have an inability to be a good friend and good son to my parents in the way I'd like. I'm hoping that by making other friends who are Autistic and browsing the threads, there will be some good resources for self-training before I'm too far behind in the world.
My name is Matthew, thank you for reading.
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