I wrote this after going through one too many websites which presented Asperger Syndrome as a disease to be cured, and aspies as patients to be pitied.

"Asperger Syndrome" to me is what "Human Being" is to a neurotypical. I no more want to be cured of Asperger Syndrome than an NT wants to be cured of being human. Remove my AS and you will remove my personality, my character - all that makes me unique. Besides, I need these people's pity like I need a kick in the butt.

"I" and "They"

Every night I look at the sky and see stars, planets, galaxies, red giants and white dwarves. I think of the guys in Mir as it passes by. I think about how many forms of life there are out there.
They see darkness.

I think of the sea and I see manta rays, jellyfish, moray eels, dolphins, squid. I hear the parrotfish grind at the coral and the wrasse snap at the shrimps. I feel the eelgrass caress me as I swim through it.
They see a stretch of salty water.

I raise my face to the sun and I feel life. I think of all those plants stretching their leaves towards the sun, of lions lazing on the savannah, of the polar bear watching the small, cold sun far away.
They say it's too hot.

I close my eyes and dive into a world of elves, winged dragons, pixies, fantastic creatures, wondrous sounds and fascinating smells. Maybe today I’ll decide to take a ride on the unicorn.
They say it's more important to study historical dates

I hear a piece of music and I can fly through the clouds as an eagle, feeling the wind in every feather. Or relax on the grass. Or ride through the green forest.
They say it’s just music.

I wear comfortable, flexible, warm clothes and shoes which let me bend.
They appear wearing sexy clothes which make them shiver and high heels which twist their ankles.

I buy the things I know I need, because I need them.
They buy the things the adverts tell them they need.

I like myself as I am.
They straighten their hair if it is curly, curl it if it is straight. Change its colour, even the shape of their body, to look like the person on TV.

I focus on a problem until I’ve solved it. I don’t eat, drink or sleep simply because it’s time to do so.
They say I’m an idiot and to leave it until tomorrow.

I am a scientist, a musician, a philosopher, a dancer, sailor, actor, hiker, rock climber, artist and much, much more.
They have a job and a family and have no time for such things.

I am looking forward to every new day.
They say they are dreading tomorrow.

They say I have a problem.
There is something wrong with me.
That I am not normal.
They say it’s a disorder.
They feel sorry for me.
They want to cure me.

They want to make me like them.

Oh Help!