I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome when I was 34 (I’m 38 now). I was seeing a psychologist for depression and she had a book about it on a table. I picked it up, skimmed the first chapter, and said “This sounds like me”. She said “Yes, it does.” Based on our previous conversations and some further diagnostic questioning, she determined that I have AS.
I have never had real friends. I hung out with some guys, but I never liked them and I withdrew from them in my early teens. I have never felt a need to find other male friends. I did seek out girls, but that was mainly in hopes of having sex with them.
I was obsessive about computers and computer programming. This has served me well, as I am a highly paid programmer and I met my wife at work. All of my relationships have been with women I met at work (luckily, most of them have moved onto other jobs, though there still is one a few offices away).
Knowing that I have Asperger’s has helped me quite a bit. I now recognize that I need to look people in the eye when I speak to them. I understand why people would get upset when I didn’t tell them about good things that happened in my life. I pretend to be interested in other peoples’ lives now, because they find it rude or mean when I’m not. I basically get along with people a lot better now because I know what they expect from “normal” people.
There are some things I can’t do anything about, however. The main one is that I have no real emotional connection with anybody. The psychologist once asked me about my mother (as psychologists tend to do). My response was “She’s nice and all, but I can’t say I love her. If she was standing in front of me and her head exploded, I wouldn’t feel a thing.” You can be pretty sure there’s something wrong with you when you disturb a psychologist.
You may be wondering how the fact that I can’t form emotional connections fits with the fact that I am married. My wife is one of two people I have met in my entire life about whom I thought “I can stand to be around this person for long stretches of time.” I figure that’s as close to true love as I can get. I just cannot feel what everyone else seems to feel.
I was always the “quiet one”. Beyond the shyness, the quietness may be explained by AS, also. I speak and write in a fairly formal way. I’m a bit of a pedant, and I labor over each word, phrase, and sentence. That’s fine when typing a message such as this as I can go back and fix it until I’m satisfied, but when speaking I don’t have that luxury. Instead, I pause to think about exactly how to say what I want to say. Someone else usually pipes up in the meantime, and I come off as a mute. People at work are now used to this and know that I will speak up after I’ve gathered my thoughts, but it is a handicap in day-to-day living.