Lucifer, you should have seen the driver of the car. She was indeed...strange.

Ren, I'm going to upload a vid of Audrey today. She's going completely spastic over a piece of white lint on a dark blue towel. She does this all the time. She's really autistic-acting. I'm afraid she's got AS!

And yes, I know my AS helped me cope with bullying to a certain extent. But in my case, my AS behaviors were what instigated a lot of the bullying. I'm not saying I deserved the abuse I received, but I can now understand why certain kids reacted to me the way they did.
I've never felt sorry for myself, and that's been the biggest advantage I could have in dealing with this. You can find sympathy in the dictionary between shit and syphilis, my dad used to say!

The only reason I choose to tell people about the PTSD is because in case I act weird or mean around them, I don't want them to think it's because of something
they've done or said wrong. I want them to know that it's my problem I'm having to work on, because I don't want to fuck up any more friendships due to it. I got tired of people either thinking that I was a horrible person or that they'd done something to offend me.