I'm not completely sure whether I had Asperger since conception, since the first trimester, since birth (end of second trimester), since after birth, or since the age of maybe 3, but it is all close enough to being born with it.
Not all NTs are ignorant, but there are so many ignorant NTs that you are very fortunate to avoid them entirely. As for many of the rest, they can't or won't handle us in a work environment. I don't even think most of them can or will handle us as mates.
I am not sure whether it is a matter of can or will. Practically, the difference is really moot to us.
[Flashback to "you can't handle the truth!"]
Most of our personality, most of our life problems, and all of the solutions still come from socialization. Don't underestimate the love of your parents, even if my dad wished I'd disappear after college, and even though I was eager to oblige him, there but for the lack of a sufficient job.
Moving out is kind of like space flight, you need sufficient escape velocity, an F-15 or a job at McD ain't gonna get you there. Only in recent years have I been confident enough to note that I am completely in geo-synchronous orbit. In fact I am in solar orbit entirely as an independent solar orbitting object, my parents are dead, and for all I know I might decide on some satellites of my own, if I find a suitable female planet to co-exist with. Immanuel Velikosky's book Worlds in Collision comes to mind all of a sudden, did Venus really come out of the head of Jupiter, and was there a close encounter with Mars in 687 BC?
A big part of the answer is going to be accepting ourselves as we are, not that it is easy, it is not. Young human beings are so good at making other young human beings like us feel so bad about ourselves, it doesn't matter whether or not our tormentors ever grow up, because they're still there in our heads, maybe for a life time, maybe a long life time, maybe one cut short by suicide. Either until we die or we learn how to kill the ghosts of childhood past.
So let's learn how to kill the ghosts, OK?