Is there anybody else who can't get into The Beatles?

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I've read all of your responses, and you've all had some really good things to say. I've listened to a few Beatles songs, since my opening post. I was a die-hard Beatles fan, at a time when HFA and AS weren't understood. That was between 1987 and 1991. I'm sure that my dad wasn't thinking about the long-term affects that his words would have on me. It would have been nice for him to tell me that it was okay to like The Beatles...talk about them, but find something else to talk about, after 15 minutes. I was really pissed off, the way that my parents let my little sis talk about New Kids on The Block, day and night, every single day. It wasn't any different from me talking about The Beatles, all the time. It was more acceptable to like New Kids on The Block, back in those days, I guess. Maybe my parents wanted to cure me of my autism, which makes me very angry. Anything they did to try and fix me failed, anyways, because I had a mind of my own. Life was hell for me, when I was 17. All that I was listening to, was the oldies station, trying to find myself. I was a flower child, but not a very happy one. I was afraid to talk about my interests to anybody. Imagine what it would have been like, if there was WrongPlanet and Internet, back than. I've been having an easier time getting into The Beatles. I have a lot of bad memories, once a month. That happened to be the time, that I've started this thread.

I've done some more research on this area of my life. The summer that I became a Beatles fan, was also the summer that my parents decided that they could rid me of my Cockney accent, by telling me not to talk through my nose, every time I opened my mouth to say something. I was also given a lot of flack for talking about The Beatles, a lot the fo;;owing spring and summer, after we've moved into a new house. That made me hate myself, even more, yet I kept listening to The Beatles. My third year as a Beatles fan, was when my sister went on to babysit, and I was toying with the idea of being a hippie, because I felt that I'd never amount to anything. I got in a lot of trouble for making other social mistakes, as well. That was also the year that I found out that it wasn't "cool" to wear bell-bottoms to high school. It was 1989, after all. My fourth year as a Beatles fan, at the age of 15, was the year that the s**t hit the fan. I kept on bugging my mum and trying to convince me to let her babysit, as I needed my own spending money and I wanted my own spending money, as well. I became a tightwad and I wouldn't spend my money on anything except for cassettes. They weren't all just of The Beatles, either. I've spent a measly $10 on a cassette, every two months, because I was so paranoid of being poor and living in a shack, or a tent. I went to my dad, telling him that I wanted to babysit, instead of my mum. My dad said this to me: "There are lots of things that most people can do, that you will never be able to do, and part of it, is because you have a Learning Disability." giving me that stupid condescending smile, afterwards. I said to him, "Thank's a lot...you've just made me hate myself, even more. Yet, I've kept on listening to The Beatles for the rest of the summer, downstairs, not to be seen by the rest of my family. When school started up, again and I went into Grade 10, I started wearing bell-bottoms again, with flowered shirts, and I got into The Monkees and all the psychedelic music, after The Monkees. I also started talking about drugs and acid trips, and drawing pictures of what I thought acid trips looked like. I was also acting up, every time that I had a block in the Resource Room, the LD kids, special needs kids and the behaviour kids were all in that class, that year. That's what turned me into the high school hippie. I wouldn't start listening to British Rock again, until the January of 1994, and that's when I've found that my favourite group has always been and will always be The Kinks..