Here's a pretty likely example, unless you watch your behavior very closely (at least, if you are raising NT kids):
http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt87678.html/
It wasn't that way with me and my dad. When I was a little kid, I loved him. When I was about 12 until I was in my mid-20s, I saw him as an idiot in pretty much the way that most adolescents seem to think that they know everything and their parents must be stupid (the normal way, the way where the parents are doing OK and the kids need the world to smack some sense into them). The only caveat I can think of to that is that I was ashamed of his Aspieness (because I heard the things other family members said about him) and more ashamed of myself once I realized what was wrong with me and where it came from. That sort of went away later in life, though, because from an adult perspective (and with more self-acceptance) I could see that he was a good man and did a good job, even if he could be a bit of a buffoon. From my mid-20s until he died, he was basically my best friend in this world.
But-- that was two Aspies. We could talk to each other, and understand each other. Also, it was just him and me-- until my stepmom came along well into my 20s, there was no "other parent" to get their emotions and should-bes involved. My stepmom was always extremely respectful-- maybe too respectful-- about letting us have our space, and I was a moved-out adult when she came on the scene. I think it would have been much harder for Daddy and I to do what we did and make it work if there had been a second parent in the house.
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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"