|Posting late, as usual
||[Oct. 16th, 2009|11:25 am]
A little bi-furious
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On Tuesday I got dragged back to the Emory Autism Center. In their professional opinion, I am, in fact, an Aspie, but I'm apparently dealing with it pretty well.
It only bothers me a little. I mean, Mom was already utterly convinced, so it doesn't change anything at home. If Grandmother understood, she might pounce on me less for perceived rudeness, but Daddy's pretty sure she wouldn't understand so we're not telling her.
(I don't know if it's funny or sad that lying to my grandmother is something that happens so naturally in my house.)
The only real changes are that I'm now on their mailing list (there's going to be a workshop on The Art of Small Talk, which sounds really useful, but I think it's during the school year when I'm not in town) and I have some authority when telling people who blame their bad fanfic on Asperger's to STFU.
Oh yeah, and the other change is that I learned that apparently people can usually describe what emotions feel like. Like, when asked "what does being happy feel like?" they can give a coherent answer. THE MORE YOU KNOW.