I was officially diagnosed with aspergers when I was a young kid. I've pretty much told nobody in my life. It's definitely something that I know I have, yet I want to keep it a deeply buried secret (sound familiar, anyone? Haha). I like letting myself forget that I have aspergers, even though I still deal with the symptoms daily. It's nice forgetting you're not normal, and not caring about it. I used to browse and post on wrongplanet quite a lot, over 1000 posts easily, but I quit even visiting because reading about it and writing about it so much made me think about it too much.
When I came here and saw aspergers threads all over the place, my internal reaction was "damn it is there no escape? Do you have to follow me everywhere I go?"
But then I realized "hey, I suppose this does explain me a bit more than before."
Also, I know that me being trans is definitely not an obsession, since if it were, I'd be focusing only on trans stuff right now, and I wouldn't be gorging myself on my actual obsessions (playing music all day long pretty much).
I'm grateful that I have AS in that I would be a totally different person without it, and I definitely like myself as I am (just do not like my body lol). I also probably wouldn't be nearly as good with music as I am, which would be bad because it is how I pay the bills (I teach private guitar bass and piano lessons). I also have almost perfect memory, even with stupid details like the day of the week and month I went to a concert or something, and the weather that day. Even the songs the band played that night (along with the ability to play them myself from memory).
I still dislike some of the negative aspects though. I have these involuntary tics and twitches and movements and stims that were much worse as a kid. Those that I still do, probably are here forever. I don't even realize I'm doing them until I stop doing them. Social issues exist, too, but I feel like changing my gender would help me a lot socially, since I've come to realize a lot of my social discomfort and awkwardness stems from the fact that I am not in the correct body.