LOL...yep - we're often misunderstood by everyone - including ourselves half the time! Our path of development and timetables for social, mental and even physical growth are different - for us the future is always uncharted territory.
As for being concerned with NT attitudes? - Aspie success in the NT arena (read 'world at large') depends on our understanding of them - not their concepts of us. Please notice I said concept - it is an exceedingly rare NT who truly understands an Aspie or anyone anywhere on the non-NT spectrum. In fact, the whole system of categorizing, comparing and condemning according people to 'type' is at the root of a system that prevents true understanding of other people and creating social interactions that are truly functional or 'real' - or most important, loving and kind.
Story of a scene in Walgreen's
Yesterday at the pharmacy in the prescription waiting area, I saw an older man and a boy. The boy was about 9 or 10 give or take...and clearly somewhere deep, deep on somebody's 'spectrum'. - he was toe walking, gently stimming, utterly non verbal in the common mode of speech - he moaned, crooned and made happyish sounds, and as for eye contact or any other sort of direct interaction? - nope, he was almost happily 'locked in', but he stayed very close to the man. He faced the man, not touching but almost and the man faced him in a relaxed way...and I smiled and nodded to the man in a 'hello', it was not my place to say anything or approach them - the child's inner adventures seemed precarious and I know how unwanted interruptions can cause meltdowns.
The man's hands were 'full' - but his heart was even fuller - He interacted in a kind and calm way with the child- firm, fair and filled with an obvious love and respect. He just kept pointing and patting at the chair in the waiting area and softly asking him to sit down. He noticed the boy's bopping and 'singing' - was it perhaps to the piped in music? Who could tell, he just quietly acknowledged him 'you like that song, don't you? - and kept asking him to sit next to him on the bench. Not the slightest hint of frustration or impatience came from the man, just a gentle acceptance and request while the boy happy stimmed and crooned...eventually the song changed, the boy sat down and began to look around...It was a sweet scene and It looked like this kid was in a good spot.
Once upon a time, this child would not have been let out in public...he would have been forcefully 'controlled' - possibly in a harsh manner (perhaps he still is controlled with meds or something) I do not presume to understand this child's world...but I'm glad their's touched mine for a few moments. And I'm glad that unlike the childhood I experienced, there are caring adults out there. I was never this deeply autistic - just a weird little girl who seemed to irritate most of the world - there were no Aspie diagnoses in the 50's.
Not sure why I wanted to tell this scene over...perhaps it went a way to say that there is maybe more healing nowadays.