My teacher might have been an Aspie

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And I don't think he knows it. Neither did I, when I had him a year ago, and it never occured to me till a few weeks back.

He pretty much failed as a good educator although he was well-informed at the subject (History). He failed because he was pretty bad at getting the lesson across, but I could see that he tried hard to bond with my class, making jokes that weren't funny and playing music videos even though they were against the school rules.

My class made it hell for him, pretty much. According to one of the class officers, he had been in tears at one point during our first few weeks.

He really was weird. His handwriting was worse than mine, and that was really, really unusual. He had a bad vocabulary and he failed to discipline the class, who only behaved if one of the class officers said so.

I wasn't mean to him, but I wasn't the most helpful student either. I was admitedly blunt and slightly sarcastic in the way that I would never have been to any other teacher. He never understood my sarcasm. That itself should have set of some bells, but I at that time I was only coming into terms with my own problems and had only the slightes idea what AS was.

All in all, I got too used to him and I excelled in his class and I paid him no mind at all.

He's not my teacher anymore. His first year of teaching was decidedly disastrous, hell, catastrophic even, and someone told me that he's back in school now.

There is nothing I can do about it, but it made me sad. It also made me realize how other people see Aspies, and I had a similar, if more sympathetic and less insulting perception of him. I was ashamed at myself even though he probably considered me one of the nicer students. He said I was unpredictable. But I feel terrible about it now because I am 99% percent sure that I am an Aspie (the remaining 1% being my own insecurities).

It made me sad because people can actually grow to adulthood like that. Other people probably have it and no body knows. Like me, but I'm young and I still have a chance. I find so little support for AS (on the internet) involving my country that I doubt that he, if he is indeed an Aspie, will ever realize it. I hope he does and I hope someone can ask him. I don't know if this is doing too much but I can't help feeling like this. I'm trying to find him on Multiply, but I don't know if I'm gonna contact him. I don't know how to go about it if I decide to.

Take note, I don't know for sure if he is an Aspie. It's not like I knew him so well. I even called him a loser once, and I hate, hate, hate myself for it. But I'm different now.

I'm not asking for advice by posting this, but I thought that some people might know of situations like this, wherein they suspect AS in someone else, and what they think they want to do about it, or if they should do anything at all.

There is this old woman I made friends with while volunteering at an old age home as a requirement for a school course. The volunteering was hellish, one old fart had the balls to say I was as "cold and miserable" as one woman residing there, named Edith. I was... Who the hell is Edith? So I met Edith on whim and we got along wonderfully. We would be forced to play bingo as "group interaction" while I volunteered. I hate bingo so much you wouldn't believe it. Edith was the same, saying "Bingo is so uneducational, I might as well roast my brains like the rest of these prunes." Needless to say, I left that volunteering job with a bad taste in my mouth. But I honestly think Edith was AS. She thought the nurses were blonde twits because they never took her seriously when she wanted to simply read at the library instead of bingo or some dumb-shit thing. Me and Edith took turns being sarcastic to every fried brain in that building. I swear, I was probably the only one that took her to the library ever. Everyone there at the old age prison that she was a b***h, but I think she was just mentally bored. I know I get snappy/sad when I don't have a novel hobby to occupy my itchy brain. I still visit her once a month and call her every so often. Last time I visited, I gave her one of my favourite encyclopedias. She actually looked happy. And it turns out she adores chinese food. Did you know that nurses don't even let you eat chocolate or real sugar or anything in old age homes? It's hell in there! I had to sneak fast food into the building because the nurses were going to dispose of it if they knew. You be surprised how badly an old fart wants a hambuger and onion rings. They didn't let her watch the discovery channel! I watch that 24/7 myself. I can't imagine life without good stable documentaries from time to time.

Sorry... I ranted again.

From what it sounds like, your teacher probably is an Aspie. It kinda reminds me of an old class of mine, even though I don't think the teacher was an Aspie, the class took advantage of the teacher and they were always noisy and trying to annoy him (and on a few occasions, some of the students weren't nice to me either). I was one of the only good students in the class, and apparantely he told my mother that I was his favourite student.