I don't really have a pix of what it looks like, but I do have an image of my really down times. I picture myself as a chick with a red spot on me. Those who know anything about chickens, know that when other chickens see a blemish or red spot on another chicken, they will start pecking it, and have even been known to peck it to death.
Yes, this is a grim image, but it dates back to my hellish childhood and teen years. I am in my early 50s now, but still do what I can to try to block out the memories. Unfortunately, they still sometimes drop in for an unpleasant, and depressing visit.
As for my Asperger's, on the whole, perhaps it could be best described as being on the outside, looking in.-- I am a clueless stranger in a strange land. The NT world is a book written in a foreign language--and in code to boot! I am only a visitor in the NT world, and not always a welcome one.
Being a hermit has it's good points. I don't often have to face a strange, perplexing, and often unfriendly world.
Sorry this is a downer post, but you did ask for an image of our Asperger's. Mine isn't pleasant. However, I did like the ones described by the other posters. They were very appropriate.
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If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away.--Henry David Thoreau