I was diagnosed with Aspergers only four months ago.
After reading hour after hour of aspergers, symptoms, pages of your stories and comparing behaviour of other aspies with my own; I have made two decisions:
(1) To keep it quiet.
Three weeks ago I had picked my partner up from his friends house. He was having a few beers with an older lady name Heather he had met at a sports club, and her family. Heather was a strange person to me, but her and her family seemed welcoming and nice. Neither less, I don't care for social situations much; I tried, but found it exhausting, and I just end up spending the next day recharging my brain from a day of feeling awkward, trying so hard, and listening to nonsense alcohol talk.
Any way, I got to Heathers house, politely said hello, answered the dreaded question "how are you?" to which I stared blankly in reply, scouring my blank mind for something to say. I think I said "good."
It never occurs to me to ask the question back to them "I am good, and yourself?"
Ten minutes later of useless chit chat, Heather asks me, "why are you so rude? Do you not like me?"
All this time I though I had given my best to be seen approachable and communicate. This isn't the first time I have been approached about being rude. I don't think I am rude and never understood why people called me rude. It would confuse me and I would get so mad that I would snap at them or just be left feeling confused and disliked.
This time however, I decided it would be fair to explain to her that I have aspergers. Before I got to explain anything else she began to laugh. She said "You don't have aspergers, you're not smart enough."
It then occurred to me that (without trying to sound condescending) some people are small minded, uneducated, or arrogant. And that is why I have decided to keep it quiet.
(2) I will not bother with improvement.
I am not going to impress people any longer. I am who I am. I will mind my own business, and I will continue with the goals I have set out for myself.
My school days are over and even though I was bullied, I was fortunate enough to make awesome friends in the six different schools I attended (due to moving a lot with my mum). I have to admit though, I found it so much easier making friends when I was young, right through high school and then my part time jobs, than I do now.
Neurotypical behaviour just annoys me anyway. There are small things that people do that make me want to vomit sometimes. Like when they write the following statuses on Facebook: "nom nom nom, yeah boi, woop woop, and that is all."
I don't understand why people look forward to getting drunk on the weekend. I have a few drinks from time to time, and sometimes get really smashed. It helps level the plain field with social situations. But still, I don't see the point in worshipping alcohol like most people I know do.
I don't understand why people dance. I try it, feel down right silly.
I don't understand how a lot of people don't have hobbies. How can you not have an interest other than trying to get wasted on a Friday, Saturday night, shopping and Facebook.
I am web-designer by hobby, which keeps me busy. I also write fiction novels which I hope to have one published one day.
I realise I have special obsessions with subjects that neurotypical folk don't have, such as world war II, haematology and neuroplasticity, but how can you not have a hobby? Why not build up on a skill that is irrelevant to what ever you do at work?
Although being socially awkward can be painfully frustrating sometimes, especially when it means you're going to be eating alone for lunch, I just can't be bothered. I have far more interesting things to think about and learn about.
I am good with customer communication skills because I can repeat the same things to patients and I am better with asking medial questions ("hows the weather?") than I am with answering them. Also I am just a pathology collector, so I only spend five minutes with each patient. Having Aspergers does not affect my abilities to perform Phlebotomy duties, and I have no problem making my patients feel comfortable, even if they don't need it.
I think I rambled on a bit too much. I just needed to express my feelings.
Have you decided to keep it to yourself or tell others? Who did you tell?