Aspie, loud and proud. I still can't tolerate the weight and feel of much else other than 100% cotton on my skin. Here's a brief breakdown of my experiences:
Ever since I was a kid, my parents knew I was different. By the age of 3, I was reading the comics out loud. As I got older and we moved to Oklahoma, I did such things as mocked my interviewer's Southern drawl, seeing as how I was born in Wisconsin.
After a few years of living in fear of tornadoes during that time of the year, we moved back up to Wisconsin, and the fight to secure a decent special education program was on. I must have been in 3 different schools before they finally settled on one, though the principal was fairly draconian, forcing me to skip lunch on multiple occasions. I even recall seeing a physical therapist who taught me how to navigate stairs without putting both feet on a step.
Elementary school gave way to middle school, and it was then that my talents began to truly shine. For reasons unknown to me, I was chosen to sit in a room with a bunch of high school kids and take the ACT along with them when I was 11-12 years old, and my penchant for random bits of trivia also showed with back to back school geography bee championships as well as a first place finish in a Junior College Bowl tournament.
High school was a mixed bag. For the first year and a half, my dad and I didn't get along so well. We had always had our differences, but over the years they had been getting louder and more violent. I even received a shiner from one encounter. I am now under the impression that I got my Asperger's from him, which would have explained our chronic inability to read each other.
Possibly the most trying moment of my young life up to that point was moving to Michigan and starting in a new high school in the middle of the year. As much as I tried to stay invisible, it just didn't happen. I even ended up in the yearbook, though the caption misidentified me as a guy a year under me that happened to share my first name. Then I discovered Quiz Bowl, and I took to it like a <insert cliche here>. I made friends, I kicked ass, and I even managed to talk the student council into organizing an intramural tournament for Homecoming once. (Not to mention I still have some nice bling from the days when I was taking Latin.)
Then college started, and Asperger's bit me in the ass again. Long story short, I lost my full ride, and I've been more or less drifting ever since.