Hi. I'm Plastic.

Hi all. This is just a brief intro.

I chose the name Plastic because I see myself as a facsimile of a ‘real’ person. Like an Airfix model – fully detailed, but not real.

I’m now 52 and I’m a twin – my brother is neuro-typical so I grew up next to a ‘correct’ version of myself. One that functioned properly - because, clearly, I did not - as it was rammed home to me many times.

For self-preservation, I tried very hard to learn to mimic normal people and got quite good at fooling the casual viewer.

I did such a good job that because twins are often seen as a composite person, my Asperger’s was never identified or just discounted all through my education.

I was always classed as a little bit odd - think Mr Data meets Sheldon Cooper – for being a savant with an eidetic memory.

Naturally, I became a rocket scientist and went on to be a nuclear physicist.

I was diagnosed with Asperger’s at 42 and finally understood the meaning of my life.