My mother-in-law knows I'm intelligent, but she still has a nasty habit of talking real slow, repeating herself often, and assuming that I'm going to explode if I don't agree with her.
My husband uses ASD to dismiss everything I say that he doesn't agree with. If he likes it, it's me talking. If he doesn't, it's the Asperger's.
My BFF is cool as anything when she sober, but when she gets drunk she uses it to humiliate me.
Frankly, the only people who don't treat me any differently are my dad's relatives-- they always knew both of us were a little bit ret*d, and we always fell into that role, so nothing's changed.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"