There was the usual daytime television on at Grandma's, including he favourite police drama. That British one with all the cool accents.
Before that there was a repeat of a National Press Club address on Asperger Syndrome. It was all informative, but it was nothing I didn't already know.
Anyway, it got me thinking: maybe I should go and end my own speculation on the subject. I'm still not sure. I wouldn't even know where to go because the doctors around here wouldn't know anything about it. And what would a positive or negative give me? If I do have it, it's not treatable. My friends and family already know what I'm like. It'd give me something to talk about at parties, at least.
If they tell me I don't have it, that won't suddenly give me the skills I need to approach the world. It won't give me a job and enviable social status. I still won't be able to talk to people in anything other than choked, broken sentences.