I'm not Autistic!

God help me - why, oh, why did I pursue psychology? Especially in the last 15 months, people have asked me if they have Asperger's Syndrome. In FACT, the last person to ask even said, "its the latest and coolest disorder to have these days." What the F@¢%?!
What's worse is that some are telling me I should get scanned. Um, sorry? Yes, I have trouble sleeping. Yes, I utilize a vast and intellectual vocabulary, like an outlier of modern communicative habits. Yes, I mini-obsess over niche-targeted topics. Yes, I'm hypersensitive. Yes, I'm a perfectionist. And sure, I demonstrate a lack of empathy...
But let me tell you this - my awful relationship with sleep? Parents. Stress.
Vocab? Sorry, I went to private school and it was demanded of me to be above everyone else. It was rewarded.
Obsessing - I have a large capacity for information. I have a multitude of interests. I research and research and research.
My hypersensitivity is due to blue eyes, scar tissue on my ear drums, and my family's complete lack of taste in cuisine beyond sandwiches. Plus, I'm female.
The perfectionist issue stems from being an only child, raising myself, and a desire to better oneself.
"Lack of empathy"? No, I'm not misunderstanding you. I either find you boring, ignorant, or full of ill-intent. Of course I'd rather be alone.
Of course there a a dozen more I fit, but I'll spare you... plus, you get my point.
OK, after reading the above, I should state two more:

• I talk. A lot. Not comfortably, but because I have a significant hearing loss and I'd rather talk your ear off than mistranslate, mishear, or miss entirely what you said. Don't get me started on phones.
• I HATE looking people in the eye. In two seconds, I feel like I'm staring. I feel WAY too open if I lock eyes with someone. My eyes usually start watering, too. Maybe because looking up means that my eyes are further open meaning more light is coming into my eye and my retina can't take it. Quite honestly, the best liars I ever met look you right in the eye and don't hesitate for a second. I'm too full of emotion. I stumble on words. I talk with my hands. I raise my voice. I mumble. -- It sucks when I'm doing all of those at the same time --

and now I'm tired. Signing off.