Aside from diagnosed Asperger's, I have severe OCD, depression (ranging from mild to nearly catatonic, and sometimes in the best mood ever, but usually just bland to horrible), self-diagnosed multiple personality "disorder" (the kind where you just have these shifting personalities... not the rare kind where you don't remember what your other personalities were up to), mild to severe anxiety that often comes at total random (sometimes followed by panic attacks, but that was some time ago, now), mild dyslexia, most likely ADD (attention deficit disorder), and a long-time friend of mine in the past (that I later completely cut off from my life) was convinced that I had schizophrenia. If my rather rarely occurring alternate reality panic attacks, that I nowadays don't seem to get, anymore, indicate schizophrenia, then maybe I do have a mild form of it.
I also have body dysmorphic disorder... I pretty much can't even go outside, anymore, in the daytime, unless I look like a model. If I don't properly apply makeup and get my hair to look decent, and otherwise look my best, I instead walk on the backstreets and avoid most people. At the same time, I do it for myself - not for them. That may sound strange but that's how it is. What may seem even stranger is that I am doing better, mentally, nowadays, and this means that I focus so much more on my looks than before - the fact that I spend so much more time and effort on it means that I am not bordering on catatonic, like some years back... well, I even was catatonic, for a while, in the past. :/ So the fact that I barely can get outdoors, unless I look great, means that I am doing much better. >_>;
I have always avoided to fully reveal how mentally troubled I really am to psychiatrists and psychologists... I've set the rule that they can only know what they "need to know"; what has to be revealed for me to not be deemed as "well enough" to not get the disability money that I get. If they really knew everything, they'd lock me up. I really am what most would see as "insane"... I haven't even mentioned everything, here. I don't see that as a bad thing, at all, though - quite the very contrary - although I do wish I would be happier...
I don't use any "meds", despite being so "messed up", as I could be perceived. If anything, all "medications" I have ever briefly tried have made me worse, and even if they would make me a bit happier and less troubled, then at least not using them means that I have an incredibly sharp mind... that unfortunately makes me unbelievably unhappy, so very often, but I'd be cured if I just found my true love. Then my anxiety would go away, as well, considering my sex obsession... sex under true love magically solves everything. Never experienced it, of course, but I know it is exactly so... then the anxiety would just get wiped out..... kind of fascinating, really. Of course, it's really very simple, why that is the case, but, nonetheless, it is indeed quite intriguing...