Part of being Aspie is the occasional desire to get away from everything, which I suppose explains why I like nature and hiking. When I made this revelation, it started me a bit of a journey of finding out just what this was, what it means to me. It isn’t something that has an answer, or, if there is one it is as elusive as a life blown by the fall winds. In the course of events, I went to an Asperger’s support group. I got the name of someone who could give me a thorough set of tests (including IQ). I also got the name of a psychiatrist. I had one session with him. During this he said to me, “I can give you something for the depression.” I answered, “I don’t have a problem with depression if I don’t have assholes in my life, so I don’t think I have a depression problem.” I think this rather surprised him. Most people would have just taken the prescription and gone to la-la land. But then characteristic of Aspies is to be blunt.