I just don't get the Us vrs them Aspie NT thing. I don't personally know other Aspies. I'm surrounded by NTs if I hated them I'd be miserable.
My sister chose a profession that paid well. Economist. She worked in an office, could afford a nice house and cars, got lots of vacation. She took an early retirement and I was astonished to learn that she hated her job. I have been unable to find work that utilizes my skills. I've been stuck in retail. Yet I don't fined it unpleasant. My sister envied me! She said I'm not chained down to a desk. If I got paid more I might be content, though I'd like more regular hours and not work on holidays.
I worked at a newspaper as an intern and remember looking one day at the news editor. He had a good job, was married, had kids and was happy. But he seemed shallow to me. He was the son of the publisher, so though he had to go to school and get a degree, and work some jobs, he was virtually guaranteed a position as editor at his Father's paper. I didn't envy him. I'd rather earn my position and struggle to get it.
My neighbor, a doctor had a dark room. I wanted to use it. I went over and he showed it to me. He beamed as he bragged about all the fancy equipment he had. I never got to use the dark room. He was a terrible photographer and I'm a good one.
He got cancer and died, at his funeral some read read something he'd written some observations he'd made while fighting the cancer. I thought, "I thought of that already without getting cancer."
One of my Facebook friends is a girl I really barely knew in college, who always writes about her perfect family. One of her friends once wrote, "I wish I lived in Lisa Land, where everyone is beautiful, all the houses are big, and everyone is successful." She replied there is room for you.
I don't hate that girl and she certainly doesn't hate me. I'm happy that she's happy.
Which reminds me of a girl had a crush on in college. Ultimately she was too boringly normal for me and she liked someone else better than me.
I don't know if not liking boringly normal is a result of my being aspie or not.
Once, I was moody and depressed all the time. One day I got tired of it. It drains too much energy. I've developed a Buddhist mentality of accepting things.
One more thing to add to this long post. An art teacher I once had said that he knew a Muslim man who was perplexed by the American idea that you were always supposed to be happy.