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Therapy ain't meant to make you "angry"; those psychos at Attwood's clinic are beginning to annoy me (which is a feat of gargantuan proportions), you swear it's scrawled into their brains that we're all supposed to be the second-coming of Einstein and create transgalactic travel or some such nonsense (I'd like to see his diagnosis..., O, wait). "'Daniel, why can't you do that?'" 'Ah, because I cannot talk to anyone and I wish to stick my neck with this knife every time I'm around people.' "'Daniel, think of the gifts and positives; the focus!'" 'Would you love me if I were an expert at flipping my lucky coin because I cannot choose between two different types of bread?' No answer. 'You'd love me if I was a surgeon hey? After all, they're all "aspies"! Since I'm one, and since I'm an intellectual genius, I should be your prodigal surgeon to help people I don’t give a damn about because I lack all empathy.' Blah, blah and blah.
The curses outweigh the gifts in some of us; you pointing out what I'm not by questioning, and then inferring I have these mythical powers that are untapped doesn't make me feel better (said powers don't exist), it makes me hate you like everyone else who wants me to be whom I'm not.