Post number one. I thought I'd start things off with a nice tale of the college-freshman Aspie at work.
Many (sigh) years ago, I was moving into the dorms freshman year, everyone and everyone's families were milling about in the hallways, engaging in pleasantries and small talk with their new dorm mates. I shook hands with my neighbor across the hall, met his mother, and made chitchat about the university.
When it came time to part, the mother said, "Well, I'm sure I'll see you around." The right response would have been, "You bet, see you." Maybe, "Have a safe trip home," if one were feeling especially gregarious. What I instead responded with was a story about a man who, a few weeks before, had been driving on the Insterstate near my home, followed a construction sign that had been incorrectly placed, drove into oncoming traffic, and was killed after colliding head-on with a tractor trailer. I ominously concluded with, "So you never know, you could do everything exactly right and we may never see each other again."
It took me until last month's diagnosis to understand both the strange looks and why I never spoke to my dorm neighbor again.
Cheers.
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