Why do you think God made you an aspie?

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I've been asking God a lot lately why He made me an Aspie, and also for help figuring out what path in life He intends for me to follow. All I know is, He can't have given me a good brain and not have intended for me to use it to the best of my ability to help improve the world and the lives of those living upon it. I'm just wondering exactly how I am meant to do that.

I can't remember who on WP has the cool Galileo sig, but that's how I've been feeling a lot in recent weeks.

"God" made me an Aspie so I could wonder endlessly with obsession as to what made "God" and fail horribly at answering the question.

Which god?

I'm a big fan of Thor these days.

he's pissed cause I don't believe in him?

No, but seriously....I'm not a believer in a higher being, but is there a reason I think I wound up being Autistic? Oh yes....

I have some major goals in the world of business, and I believe I'm here to make sure they happen; and no one else will see to it like I will, or be able to devote themselves like I will...or even defend what they're doing...because they don't understand it.

There are certain things I've come to realize are truly beyond the comprehension of most humans; things I understand that no matter how I try to explain it...no one gets it.

Can I potentially use what I understand that no one else seems to in the process of making this world a better place?

I'm certainly going to try...

if there is a god, then the only involvement i think he had with the proceedings of the universe was to create and compress all possibility into a singularity which, when he let go of it, exploded into reality along the pathways of the grand design that was also contained within.

i do not believe that there is any divine manipulation in the unfolding of all that comes to be. all was inevitable from the beginning.

no pain lasts forever, and no ecstasy lasts forever.
after they cease to exist, it really does not matter to me if they ever existed at all.
it matters to me what is happening now, but what happened yesterday is not important to me.

i hit my thumb with a hammer when i was 8 (no permanent damage) and it hurt like crazy for hours.
if i was asked now if i would like to remove that incident from history for 20 cents, i would say "no". i could not care less that it happened now. i no longer feel the pain.

my life will be long finished in 100 years, and then i will not be AS anymore. i was not AS for ever before i was conceived, and i will not be AS forever after i cease to exist.

in a trillion years, i am sure that all the sensory discomfort and confusion and isolation i experience now will not be of any consequence to me.

i'm not sure probably as a cruel joke.

Because he's showing he has a sense of humor and that he is perverted as well.

Because He enjoy make me suffer.

i dunno man, but my feelings twords god have changed. i no longer curse him because he just might exist
and i gotta be right all the time. im not going to hell over a mystery, this life is hell enough

Because G-d is a vengeful Jewish man who gets really annoyed when people intermarry or break his rules and who got kicks out of sending his only Son to earth to be slowly tortured to death.

I.e., the Semitic G-d is a real creep!

Genetics made me an aspie. (I am a Christian)

Well, it's come in handy. It hasn't been pleasant for me, but good has come out of it; and when I declared my loyalty to God I didn't ask for pleasantness. Some people think of God as some kind of cosmic vending machine, y'know? Insert a prayer, get happiness. No. Really, really not. Same guy who let his son volunteer for a suicide mission, remember?

So, take one family with a gullible mother. Merge with one sociopath who's very good at lying and fairly bad at logic. Result: Lots of craziness, if there's nobody in the way.

But add one little idealistic teenage Aspie roadblock who is absolute crap at reading the sociopath's manipulative non-verbal behavior, and who looks at all the details and sees, "This is illogical. He's lying." Eventually said sociopath's lies get exposed. Naturally said little teenage Aspie gets a little bit battered in the process; but since she's not all that good at giving up, she lives through it. Mister Sociopath gets fed up and leaves the family and there's at least one more middle-aged naive Mom who won't go entirely nuts.

I'm going to guess God made me the way I am because there's a place in the world where I fit, someplace where my particular brain configuration will help to delay the craziness and selfishness and sheer entropy of the world. I do not, however, delude myself into thinking it is going to be some kind of happy fun adventure. Most likely, not. It's more like being in the army than anything else. You're expendable. But... it's a choice, and we're all volunteers.

If you get enough people doing "a little bit", they add up. It really doesn't have to be very much before it starts to snowball; people copy each other, especially NTs (they are very good at getting momentum going--and if it's the right sort of momentum they can do amazing things... this is why the world needs NTs, too. Part of it, anyhow. They're also great communicators and connectors and community-builders...)

No offense to anyone, but, in my opinion, there is no God. But, I am glad to be an Aspie, however it came to be.