Asperger's is just the diagnosis du jour for anybody who isn't a white sheep in a flock of other white sheep. When I was a kid I was diagnosed as "hyperactive" even though I could sit still for hours at a time (and was often forced to). Today, the know it all shits who are my parents look back and say "you must have had Aspergers and still have it". You know what?

They say that ONLY because I am not constantly obsessed with the same social climbing shit they are, because I can and do curse, because materialistic "gotcha" conversations ("Really Marge, your boat is 14 feet? Well ours is twenty feet with a deck") make me restless and bored and strike me as cartoonishly funny, and because I cannot understand how anybody can honestly believe in a religion (whereas my parents insist that Jesus is taking them to heaven when they die).

I don't argue about these things--there may be devout Christians who are not stupid, I've just never met any--because it's not my business and I don't believe in picking fights about ideologies. That's for insecure people who need to feel superior--which is what leads people into religion, materialism, social snobbery, etc. in the first place. I believe in live and let live; however, in social settings and relationships my lack of interest in the -isms becomes apparent and then people attack because they feel threatened. There is something wrong with me: I must be SICK (because if I'm not the crazy one, what does that make THEM?)

I am not concerned with whether or not I have a new car (new cars are a foolish purchase; they depreciate very quickly), but people think I am weird for not wanting one. Gold jewelry, ditto. You ever pawn a wedding ring that sold for $500? What do you get, $30? So who would buy that stuff? Good value for money takes a little planning, and lots of cars and jewelry do not fit into the picture. Strangely, I've found expensive work clothes to be an excellent investment as they stand up to wear and tend to be of a classic style that doesn't change from year to year. So I'm not into fashion either and that too makes me "strange". Etc. etc.

But this makes me not just different, but SICK. My parents spent my entire childhood when I was passing through grades at twice the speed of other kids but not interested in Barbies trying to make out that I was SICK. They still say I am sick, sick, sick, just because I don't give a fuck about the boat conversation, and when I meet people I tend not to ask them where they went that year to lay on the beach nor do I feign interest in the snapshots of said beach. Yes, I can feign interest in all kinds of trivial jackshit for social purposes but I don't bring it up on my own--it tends not to occur to me. Does that make me a sick person? Really? Are other people's comfort zones so important that when I don't wet myself at someone's announcement "I finally ugraded to a Porsche" it makes me crazy, retarded, sick? Is that really true?

So I get called an Aspie--even though I have never been diagnosed with any mental condition, it's just some shit my parents like to spread around about me because they personally dislike me, something they are loathe to admit because it is socially unacceptable to say you don't love your children (even though it is very, very frequently true). So they say, "We love her but she's so eccentric, you know, we think she's...." and then fill in the blank. Used to be hyperactivity, now its Apergers.

Look, how many kids today are diagnosed as "Hyperactive" and treated with stimulant drugs (I was given coffee on the theory that it would have the opposite effect as on other people--pretty mild compared to what they shove into kids these days, I admit)? None, really, which goes to show that in the 1970s "hyperactivity" was a crock of shit, and Aspergers is a crock of shit now.

For that matter I think the same about ADD and ADHD and so on. All the kids I know (and I'm in education) who are "diagnosed" with these "conditions" are smart kids who have some very heavy problems going on at home. So they are drugged to cover up their normal distressed reactions to their shitty homes and asshole parents. It's cheaper and it makes everybody feel okay and it's easier than trying to actually help the kids deal. But the kids come out of it poorly equipped to do any better than their parents, and are usually unmotivated to work at anything because they have been turned into drug addicts and more importantly, because they have been labeled as deviants by an intolerant and close minded society. How can you be successful at anything if your parents tell everybody you're a freak, a "special needs child"? It makes the parents feel better and takes the heat off their non-existent parenting skills, but where does such name-calling leave the child?

Our society is sick, and calling normal, bright people who are uncomfortable with shallow, dull witted, money grubbing suburban dwellers and who, as a result tend not to be like "everybody else", by a condescending name which really just means "retard" but sounds cuter is yeah, an insult. A damaging form of negative labeling, and as a result a tool of social control for the white sheeple to use against those slightly off color sheeple. Hope that answers your question.