So last Thursday night I'm in a social mood for once, and I go out for a few drinks. I swing by my neighbours for a couple hours because they're usually drinking, they're not, but have a drink with me just to humour me. After that I head home, thinking that I'm actually on my way to bed.
How wrong I was... I come home just as my roommate comes home with some of her drunken friends. We ended up having a lot of fun that night. However there was one key event that really ticked me off.
They start discussing a recent episode of Doctor Phil, about the kid who had "Ass Burgers." They were laughing their heads off at this kid and how he had "Ass Burgers." It took me about 5 min to realize what they were talking about, and I didnt clue in until the one mentioned that it had something to do with Autism.
Now with the exception of one of my good friends, I've never mentioned to anyone that I have (self diagnosed) Aspergers. The last thing I'd ever want is a label. But that night I had a few drinks in me, and I couldnt stand to sit there and listen to them call it "Ass Burgers."
So I speak up, I tell them "it's AS-PERGERS, not ASS BURGERS" but they laugh, tell me I'm wrong, and clearly I didnt see Dr. Phil. So I tell them I know exactly which episode they saw, and that it is Aspergers, and that I have Aspergers myself so I would appreciate it if they stopped degrading me by calling it "Ass Burgers."
This seems to go in one ear and out the other. Finally the one girl goes and looks it up on the internet (Dr. Phil's site I assume) and agrees with me that it is Aspergers. After that, the topic is dropped and we continue about our drunken endeavors.
Now I doubt they were in any state to actually remember this, so I'm not too concerned about reveling the fact that I have AS. Its more the fact that I couldnt believe they could be so ignorant.
Just curious, how would any of you have handled this situation? I'm just glad I was drunk, because that let me just roll it off my back. But normally I have a hard time dealing with stuff like this -- since I lack "communication skills" (as my mother would say) -- and the only way I can stop it from being bottled up is to go running until my legs fall off, or have a nice heart to heart with my punching bag.