I feel that it's improtant for me to know that I have AS. Before I knew why I was different, I've thought that everything that I did was my fault. I didn't feel that I could do anything right. I've also thought that I was missbehaving, by having obsessions and that I was being yelled at, for that, because I was defective and nobody wanted me to be happy.
I now know that there is really nothing wrong with me. This past year has also been the first year that I was accepting towards my obsessive personality. Before that day, I used to shake my head at myself, for looking at the two Buses that I've had at that time, and shaking my head, whenever I'd start to daydream about London.
I don't do that, anymore. In fact, I've bought myself 11 Routies this year, alone. I'm going to name each of my Red Wonders, once I move into my own place, by November 1st.