I did not know I had AS when I was second grade when I had to go to speech therapy. I was a real brat towards the therapist. She was always grabbing me by the chin trying to force me to make me make eye contact. She would also put peanut butter on her bare finger to put behind my front teeth to get me to make the th sound. The first time was the last I tried to bite her finger off. My special education teacher told her not to touch me because I liked to smack and kick to avoid contact. She always had to learn the hard way.
My parents described me as being very Tasmanian Devil like when I was little and confronted with strangers.
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There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die -Hunter S. Thompson