I was once asked in high school if I was bisexual. I think this might of been because of my step-brother who had a grudge towards me from middle school; he began to spread a rumor that I was. He may have decided to rumor that I was bisexual rather than gay because he was probably aware of the fact that most of everyone who knew me knew I was attracted to women (I'm straight). Being autistic, I was already shy and somewhat indifferent of women, but certainly sexually attracted towards them. The unfortunate events which coincided with this rumor being spread made for a cocktail of disaster.
At the time I was beginning to enter depression which was caused by what I and my doctor believed a severe trauma to one of my testicles during a basketball game. This diagnosis made sense because while recovering from this injury, I lost interest everything that once made me enjoy life, and I lost my ability to feel any sexual or intimate attraction towards women whatsoever. Also, I began to develop a severe case of acne (doctor prescribed Acutane).
At the same time this rumor that I was either gay or bi- was spreading. I began being asked whether I was gay or told that I was either directly or indirectly. Although, at the time I was hopelessly depressed I didn't realize what some people were indirectly suggesting that I was gay with such comments as: What are you? I would reply Spanish/Mexican, believing they were referring to my ethnicity, or family members would ask do you have a girlfriend? My reply: no. They then would ask: Do you like girls? Then their would be silence followed by their awkward laugh to ensure that I believed they were only joking, and the sad thing is at the time I believed they were. The list goes on.
All this harassment only prolonged and intensified my depression to the point of severe depression. This all transpired at a time in my life were I was barely beginning to consider seeking a relationship with a women, but that prospect was shot to hell. I eventually lost the few friends I did have, my grades began to fail, and I lost my passion for sports (the only outlet I had to engage in relatively normal social interaction). I eventually dropped out from high school my senior year, and became completely isolated outside of my job. Life since then has been a struggle to climb out of the s**t hole I fell in 6 years ago.
Anyways, Sorry for the dragged on story, but if you haven't read, this particular question triggers some unpleasant memories, and maybe I just wanted to get this off my chest. I believe, and I speak for myself, being an aspie, I may have been predisposed to not respond as well to such experiences in my life as others who may have experienced similar circumstances. Maybe if I had known I was an aspie at the time it would've had made things easier to deal with. Ok, now stop playing the violin.