Thank God, more people like me! I am also in my own little no-man's-land, having a mix of odd traits; I have almost no sensory issues other than INDIFFERENCE to touch, and I function very wittily & well in the social situations I DO get into---which is basically work, visiting a few friends, and going to maybe one or two party-type things per year. BUT...I do NOT consider myself entirely NT! I'm too absorbed in my inner world to fully commit to a challenging career or, yikes, an intimate relationship, and as attached as I am to the people I'm fond of, I also don't miss them the way I think I "should," and I have very little capacity for grieving, for feeling others' pain & experiencing it with them as a good friend is "supposed" to do (which is really a blessing, but it makes me look selfish!), and as stated I have no use for physical touch and if I went my whole life never being touched by another person I would be just as happy as I am now. Which is really hard to explain to a traditional therapist. They seem to believe that there is one standard of complete mental health, that everyone is born with the exact same needs & potential for intimacy, and that a client who says, "Well, yes, I loved my parents when I was a child but I sort of outgrew that by adulthood and their deaths are not going to make a difference in my life," or "No, I wasn't abused or traumatized in any way, I just am totally unmoved by touch, it doesn't do anything for me, and I would just as soon communicate through conversation alone," has got to be "shut down," or "in denial." Or cold-blooded to the point of being a sociopath! Esp. as far as the lack of empathy & grief capacity is concerned. Yet I DO have a conscience, I CAN be moved & feel sad & somewhat relate to people's troubles...just nowhere near as intensely as seems to be the norm for my more conventional friends & relatives. I can't imagine, for instance, reacting to bad news, even a family death, by bursting into tears. At most I would be teary at the hospital, wake, etc., in reaction to other people's grief. I mean, I can be & often am moved by things. The thing is, I think I love the IDEA of a person or pet, the mental picture stored in my head, more than the physical reality. One of my favorite animals (a friend's pet, not mine) recently died and I barely shed a tear, not because I didn't love him but because the reality of him is in my head and his physical departure doesn't make much of a difference. I seem to STORE people, and I say that I love them and I do, in my way...but my love sometimes seems to be an intellectual & verbal construct rather than the kind of direct connection it is for other people. Now when MY pet died, I must say I did burst into tears right there in the vet's office, and home WAS sad for awhile after, and I was 32 at the time, but since these were my pets, there was more of a connection & also guilt for not having spent more time with them...cause here comes another guilty secret, another effect of my detachment: When I got the pets (they were guinea pigs) , I was attentive & affectionate to them for the first week and then I kind of lost interest in them.

I mean, I took care of them, I did love them in my way, but I didn't NEED or miss the physical contact with them enough to stay interested in picking them up. I always talked to them, I'm excellent at talking sweet nothings to animals, but again, that's the intellectual connection, which is really IT for me, whether it's a connection with a person or with an animal. I collect anecdotes & observations about them, I can talk affectionately & at length about their endearing qualities, but really it's almost as if I have relationships with holograms of them, not with the whole flesh-and-blood person. In recent years (I'm now 40), I've gotten more thoughtful, and Strattera, which I started taking 2 years ago for my spacey ADD traits, has definitely helped my to stay more "on the ball," quicker to respond in conversation...but I must admit that I tend to put people on a mental shelf when I'm not with them, as if all they need from me are my good thoughts; when my sister was getting married, it never occurred to me to offer to help in any way! Really! I mean, I don't drive, so she would have had to come get me, but still---if I'd put my mind to it I could have thought of many ways to be helpful. But since my memory store of a person is what's real to me about them, it doesn't occur to me that perhaps I'm being thoughtless or neglectful in the relationship. If they're not in the room, their physical existence practically ceases. I mean, that's a slight exaggeration, but it's my way of trying to explain (to myself as well as to others!) the cluelessness I still display, even though I am socially very adept in the sense of reading faces and body language, interpreting tones of voice, and analyzing everyone's actions, motives, personality traits...that last is probably the source of a lot of the social success that I do have. I analyze people all the time! Have for years. I have inherited my (very likely aspie) father's ruminative type of mind, so that I am always mulling things over in my mind & actually I am considered insightful by friends. My brother and a mutual friend of ours, a professional counselor no less, were discussing my understanding of human psychology and my brother said he thought I was "brilliant," and our friend agreed. Not bragging here, just making the point that one can be fortunate enought to understand people intellectually, to be able to read them, and yet feel somehow lacking in humanity because certain seemingly basic human nuts & bolts are missing. So here I find myself in such an in-between place, too social and sensorily-integrated to fit the Asperger's profile, yet too solitary, detached, and lacking in "feeling" to be "normal." Thanks in large part to sites like this one, I have finally accepted that whatever label may or may not fit me, I am an odd mix of NT and AS traits, and I should take that into consideration before judging my life too harshly. By the standards of the "normal" world---standards I have identified with all my life, because who wants to feel like a loser---I AM in fact a pitiful loser, an underacheiving celibate dork. The good news is, I finally accept the loose ends, the possibly-aspie traits, as part of my total picture, and having done so, I can set a new standard of success for myself. One big success: Finally getting close to what is probably the REAL cause of my strangeness, my failure to turn out the way I thought I was supposed to. Sorry to run on & on like that...Hope you are still reading this topic, or that SOMEBODY is! Comments welcome...