Being an Aspie is like...

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being an alien, stuck on the wrong planet...

never able to communicate quite as effectively as you wish, having people get pissed at you for no reason that's apparent to you, feeling lost and lonely, no matter how many people are around you. Feeling scared and helpless... reluctant to step out into the world, knowing that wherever you go, people won't really ever understand you. No matter what you do or say, you will be accused of lying or having an ulterior motive...

For me, being an Aspie is an exciting and incredible adventure in exploring special intense interests.

It's like being an eipsa, but backwards.

... an NT who asks if you saw "The Game" last weekend, and you reply "No", actually having no interest in that sport. They then go on to talk about the plays, the players, the stats, etc, none of which you care about (but have learned to nod politely anyway).

So NTs can appear to be Aspies, at times.

Is like being a n****r at a KKklan rally

But then, an Aspie can have almost anything as a "Special Interest", and if the Aspie happens to be male and his Special Interest is sports, in particular one sport, then nobody will notice, because that's "normal": what's not "normal" is the going on and on about it to somebody who's not interested: that's Aspie. Take a closer look at _all_ the behaviors of this person whom you assume is NT!

yeah

and pretty much being happy for the unwasted time.

I was not diagnosed until I was 65, though I always had the strong suspicion that there was something "wrong" with me that other people could "smell", because I didn't make many friends, and didn't keep them long after I made them. So after my daughter figured it out and got me diagnosed, Asperger's has become my newest "Special Interest", at which I spend inordinate amounts of time reading and studying, and finding delightful things in my memory that may have puzzled me at the time, or just drift up out of memory because my mind has slowly made the association. So I was telling some e-mail friends about it in one post, and various characteristics of it, and a male friend who is a deacon and a nurse said "It must be hell to be you." (Someone else here answered with the one word, "....hell", which made me think of that). It actually surprised me when my friend said that, because I haven't had _that_ bad a life. I figured that's what life is, you take the rough with the smooth, and everybody has problems. Maybe Aspies do have more rough areas, but I did notice everyone else in my world having different sorts of problems at different times.

While I think what you say makes sense, I have to point out that most "normal" people walk around talking about sports and cars like constantly. They did it in highschool, and they still do it, although sports are more common now than cars... But I remember being in highschool, everyone would carry around a damn auto locator magazine and sit and stare at these stupid cars all the time, and that's all they talked about when they weren't busy discussing some damn football BS...

I would sum up having Asperger's Syndrome like being a 'LIVING CORPSE'. I say this as everyone else are out there getting on with their lives while im stuck never getting anywhere.

Being an aspie is like being Mick Avory in a world filled with Hitlers. I still don't wish for a cure for ASDs. I wish for people to have more acceptance and empathy for everybody, instead of just for their own kind.

Being in The Twilight Zone

Being a parrot in a flock of crows.

Watching a 3D movie and being the only one in the theater with 3D glasses. It's like Aspies are the only one's who can see the world for what it is and everyone else thinks we're crazy because they can't.

it's like half living in this world, like this world is a swirling carousel and everyone else is sitting down comfortably and chatting and not minding and only i'm holding on with one hand, half out of the carousel - half in.
it's like being on another planet and watching the people on this planet, they're very close, you can see their shapes moving like you can see the patches on the moon. there's some kind of communication by morse code.
it's like other people melt in the background, they fade, they're shadows, and other things turn crystel clear, colorful, while people turn gray.

It's like being in a card game with the other players being card sharks. You're trying to figure out your hand of cards and one of the other people asks another "how's yer wife doin'?" Then another player scratches his nose and another then starts the betting. You're sitting there saying to yourself "what just happened?" Was that a code of some sort? Were they telling each other secret messages I can't figure out? And so goes the game, you keep betting but the other blokes keep winning, no matter how well you play your cards. You keep trying to "catch on" to their secret messages, but just when you think you know one, it's dropped and doesn't happen again.