Yep. It's why I don't work - because I was treated like that in the work place, and the whole thing was judged not on the behaviour of others, but my responses. Because I never got closure on it - and as it stands the way I was treated was correct (which to any reasonable person it was anything but). For example - one employer accused me of "wilful misconduct" (this was before I was DXed with Aspergers) when in fact I was provoked. That view was confirmed by the Australian Administrative Appeals Tribunal. I tried to get the issue re-opened after my DX, but they played the "out of time" card and concentrated on that refusing to even acknowledge the diagnosis!

Another employer (who I was working for at the time of my diagnosis) seemed OK, but then when my DX arrived they changed their tune and engineered a scenario that had me judged as "unfit for employment with the Australian Public Service" - and consequently lost my job. I tried to fight that one as well, but they claimed unjustifiable hardship (which is a big problem in Australian Law) so my hands were tied.

I haven't worked since. (April 1997)

That's why my back goes up (so to speak) when anyone accuses me of bludging. How can I go into an environment where I have no protection from abuse? That has to change before I'll even think about rejoining the work force.

*ignores the insincere and mocking "apology" above*

I've had stuff like this happen to me, too, throughout the years (not as much lately though--I'm now 26), I find it's a result of two things put together that people notice:

1) Not wearing trendy clothes (I guess NTs assume if you're not dressing to impress women, you might be gay)
2) Anxious/awkward way of walking

I don't change my wardrobe to please idiots on the street, though, and I won't.  As much as I hate morons shouting at me.

But I find a good way to avoid a lot of this, for males at least, is to "walk with rhythm" because it implies confidence for some reason.  Just walk with a "light sway."  I had to learn to walk this way in high school, and once I did, suddenly things got a lot better.  It didn't work in every situation though, and the jerks still picked up on my constant anxiety.  But it still worked.