I have considered it a little bit personally. My father was one of those " Mental health isn't real people are just whining" type of people. I talked to a therapist once for an hour, saw the bill, never went back (thanks capitalism).

Regardless, I do not care either way. If my mind works so different, then so be it. I understand why some people find comfort in labels, especially given the outreach of community, but I am tired of them and the way that they have hurt me... So honestly I am not sure that it would do much for me anyway, I will still be the same whether diagnosed or not.

My boyfriend has ASD, and he is one of the first people I have ever been able to relate to on a very intellectual level, so in some ways I could see it. Also, this is not the first time someone has said this to me -- including my mother, but she cites my obsession with topics.

I'm glad you were able to read into these emotions, possibly gain something, and also get an idea of what I was trying to convey -- it is comforting to know I am at least not alone, even though I feel so alone.

I guess my response can be summarized by this; I don't know, I don't care, but I get you and I love you. Have a great day.