Oooh - yeah - I hate to be told how to think - that sort of 'Oh, you are one of those, that must be so sad for you . . .' mentality . . .
The other thing that goes along with that is being treated as I say 'like a ret*d 2 year old' - I'm 30 and I almost have a Ph.D. but I'm on six medications for my bi-polar and my pharmacist talks to me like I have just one brain cell left . . . you know, 'Now don't take these two together because they can cause bad things to happen . . .' so I say 'Yeah, those are both heavy metals which means they could cause cirriosis in only a few doses, isn't that right?' and he says, very quietly, like I had just gotten that by chance 'Yes - now with these tranquilzers if you take more than the recomended dose you could die, so try not to do that . . .'
Sometimes I think it would be hysterically funny to yell at him and see if he passes out or something . . .
Lord, who knows what he would do if I told him I have a form of autism, too!