Back before Aspergers was known, you had no choice but to go to society on their terms, learning to be neurotypical as far as possible. It's method acting on a lifestyle scale. You could never be all the way, and letting anyone in was a recipe for disaster. So you became a loner anyway, but it's still better than the alternatives. Of course you would end the act once home, but...
Which is the real me? Certainly not the DSM-5 image Attwood presents. As a visionary, I've extended the Sparkling Stone into an ability to extract the essence of the idea from its instances. It won the top prize. As a human, London has its Dial-a-Rides from work I did developing the prototype GAD developed into an easily scalable, down-to-earth package. I made my name immortal by accident when I was 14. And so very much more, I'll spare you the boast. I used to sing until my heart was broken. No more, hermeticism appeals. No more reason to deal with horrible humans.
