Oh, how I do not care about autism, and all of it's nuanced spectral variants.<p>Sometime's it's like everyone stuck in their shitty, repetitive, humdrum rat-race routines suddenly looks up one day and realizes how stunted their social life has become, once the restrictive lid of middle class economics slams down on their once youthful lives, and suffers fleeting a moment of Medical Student Syndrome, while reading up on some pop-psych blogspam du jour, and wonders: Am <i>I</i> autistic? Is autism <i>genetic</i>? Are my <i>children</i> as doomed to be autistic, as much as they are to be bald?<p>Oh look, a handy checklist, next to this facial scrub ad in Cosmo... Hmm, let's see...<p><i>Social awkwardness</i>? Well, sometimes I feel like everyone at work secretly hates me, and they're all plotting against me, and now that you mention it, I do have trouble finding a date...<p><pre><code> DIAGNOSIS: MENTAL ILLNESS. AUTISM.
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<i>Repetitive behavior</i>? Oh, well, every day, I find myself getting a morning cup of coffee, then I work 'til 5PM at my job, which involves sifting through lots of tiny boxes filled with numbers and reading stark walls of what sometimes feels like the same text over and over again, and then I make my way home, wishing I could quit, but fearful of getting fired, then dinner, depressing obnoxious TV and finally bed, and more of the same tomorrow...<p><pre><code> DIAGNOSIS: MENTAL ILLNESS. AUTISM.
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<i>Restricted interests</i>? I mean, I just don't know anymore, I feel like I've kind of lost my zesty love for new things. Like I try reading books, but who has the time? I feel like my life is dominated by constantly typing pointless text into fields and saving useless data for all eternity, but I just can't stop myself anymore. What has become of my life?<p><pre><code> DIAGNOSIS: MENTAL ILLNESS. AUTISM.
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Wash. Rinse. Repeat.