I am a therapist almost thirty years. A few years back, a newspaper called asking to interview me. How can a man with Asperger’s possibly help others? As if having Asperger’s makes me an inhuman freak.
On Friday mornings, I see several people with Asperger’s. One, whom I’ll call “K,” wrote the following recently. When he showed it to me, I cried; for him, for me, and for every person the world has ever given a label to.