How are you treated by NTs?

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There were a bunch of people who didn't believe Vicky had cancer, despite the evidence staring them in the face.

Now that....you have to ask Vicky

I would never reveal that I'm an aspie irl. Not even when I'm applying for a job in the future. I don't want some separate treatment. I had enough of it.
In some online games, I did so, and gladly, nothing changed.
I end up revealing it to a gifted teen from another country (Before she told me she is) who is probably understands me the most even tho we're not close as best friends. But the things I see and feel from her is almost mutual towards NT. Except, she WANTS to be a true NT, and I don't; yet it's good that we're both fine with that.
Then I revealed it to another NT girl online who is just 4 hrs away from my place; who funny enough suspected me that I'm the spectrum for a year and I end up confirming it. Just about twice or trice, she tells me about her encounters with her autie classmate.
And so on... No more than 6 people whom I know online knows I'm an aspie.

NOW FOR IRL!! !
Currently at my classes they would either; treat me like a child with a tone as if they're talking to a child; yes. If not, overestimating or patronizing me for being 'smart'. As I recall, when I enrolled at my current school, my mom mentioned things to them to the faculty. (Along with a repeated mention about me having above average IQ)
Yes, they talk with their normal voice to my peers, and not to me. I'm rather annoyed and quite feel insulted. I'm being constantly greeted; I don't know if they're just treating me because of things my mom/the faculty told them or I'm not unnoticeable enough to have any peace. Especially the fact that all I want is to sit somewhere comfortable. Then in the next second one of them will ask me the usual rhetorical questions like 'How are you' x.x
And if I speak up, they will either all go quiet as if they're excited to hear some child's cutesy words; or ignore it which is when I'm mostly serious.
They're fine with my answers 'Yes' or "No' or short answers otherwise. But apparently NOT when I'm serious as if they don't want to know. (And half the time at the serious part is when I'm ranting of how I FEEL and what I'm THINKING; which is their usual question) When I'm serious, they mostly joke about it. A tagalog-like phase saying 'My nose is bleeding/My head is overheating' which translates roughly as 'Too deep/Too much info'

I really feel like ranting anytime soon.

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I rarely tell anyone. When I was in the hospital I told one of the staff that my jeans were too tight and she said I'm glad that you are able to recognize that. Seriously, why wouldn't I.

Other times when others have been told I notice that people start ignoring me and talk to me less.

(From someone not diagnosed on the spectrum, but was referred to a specialist today because of what I told my new therapist)

In college
I was either condescended upon because of my social awkwardness and/or intensity in wanting to pursue certain goals professors didn't think were "right" for me, or patronized out the wuh-zoo. I think those who patronized me where only doing so to say "Oh, look how politically correct I am!"

I remember in my research methods class we were assigned descriptive studies to complete at the end of the semester. I chose "dolphin laterality" (You weren't even going to the aquatic park to watch the dolphins in person. You were coding videos that probably were already coded...) but my professor emailed me back saying I was going to code children's clothing for age-inappropriate sexuality. She said in the email that it was "for the greater good." I remember feeling so enraged that the girl who was assigned the project on dolphin laterality pretty much took a sh_t on it, falling behind, faking personal emergencies for assignment and draft extensions (I was friends with her on FB and did spot some inconsistencies), and ultimately getting a C as her final grade. I was livid, and was sure to let everyone I knew of how wrong it was. The student was the professor's neighbor and they went to the same church, but I think it's wrong that she got a project she showed herself incapable of completing. I never did have a good relationship with that department at college anyway...

In a lot of ways I felt like I was a pet to some people so they could get their egos fed by my coming to them for advice and mentorship. They didn't sincerely care about me but only said nice things because I wasn't a particularly liked student by some faculty and this was probably a way to get me to stop complaining.

At jobs:

Bewilderment at my behaviors and occasional irritability, but because I've consistently been a good employee, I've never been terminated. I was a waitress and blew up at someone who accused me of stealing money off the other waitresses' tables, but even after the things I called her in front of all the guests, my boss called me up asking me to please come back and that I can still keep my job. I said no because she still worked there. He asked me at one point if I had Asperger's and I told him I didn't think so, but he told me if there is a time when I'm just too overwhelmed by the noise and people in general, to just let him know and I can chop vegetables in the back. He then joked that I was some "savant" for no reason, and I was annoyed with him frequently.

My boss suggested I at least talk to a counselor to sort some baggage out. She comments often over my "useful ability to ferret and memorize crucial information." Sometimes she would drive to some meetings with me in the car and often ask, "Are you anxious? Does the way I brake make you anxious?" No, it doesn't...