[UPDATE] A lot of reply comments are of the form: what you have described here is not Aspergers, it's just normal growing up. Well, yeah, it's not so easy to give a complete description of my situation in an HN comment, and I'm not sure I'd be willing to do it even if I could. I'm not particularly proud of the person I used to be. But I will tell you this: in retrospect, when I was a kid, I was completely oblivious to the fact that my peers were agents in their own right, with thoughts and preferences and hopes and dreams that might be different from my own. That, I am now given to understand, is the hallmark of autism spectrum disorders. But I don't think it matters whether or not I "actually" had/have Aspergers. What matters is that because I was clueless, I behaved obnoxiously (not realizing that I was doing so) and as a result of that I had very few friends. It was intensely painful, and it took many years of concerted effort to change my situation, but I ultimately managed to do it. That is really what I want to convey: whether or not it was abnormal, it hurt, but I was able to make it better. And if I could do it, so can you, regardless of what label we choose to attach to our conditions.