Why would someone pretend to have aspergers?

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I have the left/right thing too, I look at my arms before I decide which is which. I have no idea why it helps me, I'm certainly not wearing a watch, so it's not because of something distinct like that.

Ya, I have to look at my right hand to remember which is which too. ; )




Do you guys also have trouble with those circular revolving doors (sometimes entrances to office buildings) and escalators? My husband tells me I always stop / pause before I get on an off escalators and those flat conveyor belt "people movers".

When I have to go through revolving doors, I get confused, and as soon as I'm inside the building I feel like I don't know what just happened to me going through the door.

I don't know whether or not to call it 'trouble', but if I'm near an escalator, even when I go alone, I ask someone 'I'm scared, can you help me?'. The more I've grown, the more I'm occupied with the thought something might happen to me if I go on one.

I'm kinda like that too. When I'm working on graphic design, I'll specify things at particular numbers in my art programs because of how I feel about the numbers.... Oops, nobody else knows that quirk about me except you guys who read this.
: P

The triple six number bothers me a bit, even though I wouldn't consider myself religious.

That's a good idea to ask for help....and do people help you Bun, when you ask for help? Most of the time I have an aversion to asking for help even when I probably should....I don't know why.


I have trouble with spatial relations, and I realize I have trouble judging speed and distance. Like when I'm driving, if another car is in the distance but coming down the road I'm about to turn onto, I'd rather wait a while until it passes....definitely sometimes I could make the turn before the other car is even close and still have plenty of time, but I don't like to take chances.

Yes, I'm lucky to always find the right people in situations outside when I need help.

: ) that's great! I haven't lost all hope in humanity yet.

I don't like to use revolving doors together with other people. The same goes for elevators. I don't mind confined spaces, but I can't stand being trapped with and physically close to strangers.

Escalators are only a problem insofar that I have problems keeping my balance when I step onto them.

Personally, I highly doubt that (m)any people with AS are geniuses. Some are more socially functional than others and their special interests make them quite successful in their line of work. But I always have reasonable doubts when I read about celebrities who supposedly have AS, unless they have confirmed this themselves.

I wasn't implying that the genius gene is intact in aspies and autisitics but that the world thinks it is enough to pretend to have it. Some people would probably shoot themselves in the head if enough people convinced them it would make them live longer. I'm more eccentric than genius even though both my parents were geniuses, I got the artistic gene which often comes with the unmotivated to succeed gene lol.

I like revolving doors! Too much, I guess. I want to play in them if I find one!
Elevators bother me. I get very nervous riding them, especially if they are crowded. Usually I back out if its wall to wall people. But that isn't the only thing. I really feel that motion & the change in gravity is disconcerting. Almost like falling..

Sincerely,
Matt
Ps. My resistance to this question is because for people of my generation, being Autistic or having an autistic child was a badge of shame. Like Mental retardation, but worse..
Also, they blamed it on the Mothers (always a fashion in Psych sadly).

I've had so many recurring nightmares about escalators as a child. I never linked the two together though.

I do not have any friend whatsoever. That means I do not have any best friend, or just friend, or acquaintance; no family of any possible kind (mother, father, brother, sister, son, daughter..); no God of any kind; no pets or plants or even things, or thoughts; you name it. I cannot communicate with anyone, I fight everyday with my "wife" and workmates and work bosses. I do not even have a "normal" relationship with food, I get it wrong every time in quantity, ingredients proportions and so on, resulting in constant belly and stomach ache and tiredness 24/7 no matter what I do or do not do. I sometimes get stopped in the street by the police because I look so weird I look like I am a regular abuser of illegal drugs (even though I wouldn't even know where to get them from).
I could continue indefinitely; but what I am trying to say, if I could be clear for once, is that, although everyone seems to be sure I am just faking it, I really do not understand why is it that I should be faking something like this AND continue with my "performance" for all my life and with everyone. If I was faking it, I would still have at least one next of kin, being him/her family or friend (although I do not see the difference between the two), or at least I would stop my "theatricals" when looking for an important job, relationship or even doctor diagnosis; or maybe when threatened..

I still say that they pretend to have it to make fun of it. I've seen some fakers put on an act as I walked towards them in past years in the 90s.