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By the time I was twelve, I had progressed from “If he doesn’t get better, he may have to be institutionalized” to “He’s a weird, screwed-up kid.

I would make my own war movie for trick-or-treaters, one in which they would be the stars.

That was the definition of management – getting others to do your work for you. And we were the others.

The world is full of friendly people with no technical skills.

I was so used to living inside my own world that I answered with whatever I had been thinking. If.

When I act politely, I build a reserve of goodwill in others. That reserve allows those people to cut me some slack when I do something annoying.

The hard part was living the contrast between being rich and being broke. It was like being smart, and waking up one day to find yourself dumb as a rock, but able to remember your former brains.

Law-abiding citizens and people with good political connections stand their ground.

Most of the time, I played by myself, with my toys. I liked the more complex toys, especially blocks and Lincoln Logs. I still remember the taste of Lincoln Logs.

His words made me wonder what else might be prewired in my brain. Did we have multiple personalities all wired up and ready to use, just as “emotional vision” was always latent in my mind, waiting for activation?

Here’s a good rule of thumb: Your own rituals are okay as long as they don’t interfere with your responsibilities in daily life, or make you the subject of teasing or ridicule. Rituals become a problem whenever they prevent you from doing the stuff you’re supposed to do, or when they get you in trouble.

It was that time of the night when most of the drunks were already home in bed. The crickets were done chirping, and the birds weren’t ready to herald sunrise.

I had created a fantasy that seeing into people would be sweetness and love. Maybe there was some of that, but there was a lot more fear, and jealousy, and anger, and every bad thing I could imagine.

It has always bothered me that many people, doctors included, tend to view anything that deviates from the typical as being abnormal or broken.

But were we so different, my pug and I?

Had I not been drawn out by interested grown-ups, I might well have drifted farther into the world of autism. I might have ceased to communicate.

When we discover and build upon our gifts it spurs positive feelings in us and those around us, and those feelings go a long way toward dissipating the burden of failure that many young Aspergians carry as kids.

As a logical thinker, I cannot help thinking, based on the evidence, that many people who exhibit dramatic reactions to bad news involving strangers are hypocrites.

As a logical thinker, I cannot help thinking, based on the evidence, that many people who exhibit dramatic reactions to bad news involving strangers are hypocrites. That troubles me. People like that hear bad news from across the world, and they burst into wails and tears as though their own children have just been run over by a bus. To me, they don’t seem very different from actors and actresses – they are able to burst into tears on command, but does it really mean anything?

It was the first place where I was thrown together with children I didn’t know. It didn’t go well.

I have decided to name you Slave,” I said, looking at my mother. “And your name is Stupid,” I told my father.

When characters got up and moved on their own I found it so unnerving that I would stop writing for days. Glue eventually held them down.

I named him Poodle, beginning a long tradition of functional pet naming.

Even at five, I was beginning to understand the world of things better than the world of people.

First, he taught me how to walk. Then, armed with sticks and dead snakes, he chased me and I learned how to run.

I don’t want to be a genius or a freak or something on display. I wish for empathy and compassion from those around me, and I appreciate sincerity, clarity, and logicality in other people. I believe most people – autistic or not – share this wish. And now, with my newfound insight, I’m on the way to achieving that goal. I hope you’ll keep those thoughts in mind the next time you meet someone who looks or acts a little strange.

I felt like a fraud because I could not do anything in the normal way. I couldn’t complete school. I couldn’t “advance through the ranks.” I couldn’t “do it by the book.” And I always ignored the rules.

As I’ve gotten older, I have taught myself to act “normal.” I can do it well enough to fool the average person for a whole evening, maybe longer. But it all falls apart if I hear something that elicits a strong emotional reaction from me that is different from what people expect. In an instant, in their eyes, I turn into the sociopathic killer I was believed to be forty years ago.

There are plenty of people in the world whose lives are governed by rote and routine. Such people will never be happy dealing with me, because I don’t conform.

I am sure antidepressants, drugs, and liquor have their place. But so far, that place is in others, not me.

Unlike some older brothers, I never set him on fire, or cut off an arm or leg, or drowned him in the tub.

Competence excuses strange behavior.

Simply making myself aware of others has remarkably improved my social life. People accept me much faster now that I ignore them less.

And my experience in the music scene had shown me that there were places for places in the world where misfits were welcome.

It does not matter what sixty-six percent of people do in any particular situation. All that matters is what you do.

I needed to stop forcing myself to fit into something I could never be a part of.

I don’t really understsand why it’s considered normal to stare at someone’s eyeballs.

And now I know it is perfectly natural for me not to look at someone when I talk. Those of us with Asperger’s are just not comfortable doing it. In fact, I don’treally understand why it’s considered normal to stare at someone’s eyeballs.

Building up a weakness just makes you less disabled. Building a strength can take you to the top of the world.

Saying you “have” something implies that it’s temporary and undesirable. Asperger’s isn’t like that. You’ve been Aspergian as long as you can remember, and you’ll be that way all your life. It’s a way of being, not a disease.