"I’d spend weeks in absolute despair, crying between classes, spending my lunch periods alone in the corner of the field reading. I couldn’t relate to other people my age. I’d see them gossiping and laughing, and I just didn’t see how anything in this world could be so funny, least of all the misfortunes of others."

I had similar experiences, growing up with undiagnosed aspergers. I wrote a novel which draws heavily upon them, mostly as a form of free self-therapy. If you'd like, I can direct you to where you can read it for free.