My father very possible had it too, though I am very unwilling to admit it because of the fact that I strongly dislike any hint that me and him might have been similar in any way.
But there, I said it: it is very likely that my father had Asperger's syndrome and he never sought any help or any explanation about the way he was. He just thought that he was superiour to others and that the sun shone through his every orifice and believed that breaking the rules he made was truly a capital crime. Blimey, he actually said those things from time to time, expecting, I suppose, that others will take them as a revelation and will rejoice and perhaps make a little altar so as to worship him three times a day.
He never stopped to bother whether it might be the other way round.
But then not all Aspies are created equal, for which I'll be eternally thankful. My maternal grandmother was definitely an Aspie as I remember her. She was a firm but calm disciplinarian and the fact that I now have a grasp of the basic rules you go by in society - being polite, for an example, are due to her 'parenting' me from very early age to about 4-5 years. It was she who encouraged me to read at age 4 and to write and make simple calculations some time later. If I misbehaved, she'd reprimand me and might even spank me (that was 30 years ago, for God's sake) but she wouldn't give me the silent treatment or be angry with me for days or any emotional-laden punishment. Which was much better, I think, because in the first case I got the message that I'd better not to whatever it was I did next time and in the second case I'd know that next time I do the same thing, I'd better try to hide the fact that I did it because it would lead to endless emotional torture anyway.
I guess I would have been a much greater mess if I've been left growing up with my cold and grandiose father and my very normal, very overwhelmed, very emotional mother.