My name is Luke Jackson, I’m 26 years old, and I have Asperger’s Syndrome. For a long while, Autism has been a huge part of my life. A sizeable cross section of my family and I grew up with and around the disorder, and the various facets of the Autism Spectrum, as I matured, became woven into my day to day life, and eventually became part of my profession.
Maybe I’m skipping a little bit much here, but I digress. When I was younger, as a bright eyed, bushy tailed pre-pubescent – and later on, adolescent – I wrote a few books, the second and most successful one of which went by the name of Freaks, Geeks and Asperger’s Syndrome: A User Guide to Adolescence. The book was meant as a guidebook; quite literally an instructional precursor to the teenage years.
I can’t say that growing up with Autism changed the way I view the world, or life in general, as I don’t really have anything to compare it to. I can say that I grew up to be who I am now, though, and the prospect of having grown up with Asperger’s Syndrome is something that, even with its hardships, I don’t relish.