I scored 144 on the autism scale -- more so than most of the children.
My therapist didn't believe autism and I never said I was diagnosed until two years after my release. In the meantime, I was told I had a brain tumor. My only hope to get medical help was a few phone calls I made to another organization that deals with patients with brain tumors. I got off the phone and started looking up brain tumors online. I saw what my friends saw: That doctors in Boston were diagnosing kids without having done a thorough review of their parents' and children's medical histories and had assumed autism was inevitable or at worst, a genetic disease.
So I started to read more about genetics. The article in the New England Journal of Medicine said, "One theory about autism is that it's caused by inherited mutations in a certain region of one's brain." The study of the genomes of autistic children was a major milestone. Then I came across something more interesting . . . which put the nail in the coffin. If my parents had a copy of one of the genes that causes autism, I have an 87 percent chance of having one of the genes that causes autism.
I started to worry that, given my chances of mating with someone else (which are pretty slim in an urban setting) I had a lot more than I needed.
I decided it was time to start talking more with other guys about things like how much they liked me, whether we would get into bed with someone, and things like that.
I tried it with my roommate once, and the other guy just stared blankly before walking away.
When I tried it with my girlfriend last year, we both decided we'd stay in for a summer. I got really frustrated at first when I realized she'd never actually said anything about it, and I had a feeling it would never actually come to that, I was never even interested in dating anyone.