I was diagnosed at seven or eight but didn't really get any help because I was deemed too "high functning" and we lived in a hick town. I still go into "professor" mode and monlouge and ramble on about my obessions and I am very defensive. I also don't care what people think and if people tell me to shut up about my obsessions, I basicaly tell them to get lost and go procreate with themselves. I had to put up with that crap as a kid, I am an adult now. I had a horrible childhood and most of it was because I wasn't allowed to talk about my obsessions. I think I might have had an easier time coping with abusive bullying if I wasn't always being told to "widen my horizons" or that my parents needed breaks from hearing about said obsession.
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