To have a different perspective on life. To not always understand what people want or mean. To get frustrated because too much is happening at the same time. To solve long, mathematical problems in the head. To have great sense of details. To be the unsocial and a little odd one with the weird clothes and strange hairdo. When social commitments makes you tired. When going to parties in completely uninteresting. Make up, what is that? To have somewhat of an odd body language. To be a little “odd” without other people really being able to pinpoint why they think I’m odd.
For me it has a name. At 31, I finally found out why I am the way I am.
Asperger’s syndrome. That is what they tell me.