In 1995 I was diagnosed with Aspergers syndrome, sometimes known as "High Functioning Autism" (I hate that term as it diminishes individuals that are as bright and beautiful as anyone else, but communicate in a different paradigm).  Explaining to someone with whom I had fallen in Love that I had Aspergers, she asked "What is it like?" - I struggled to answer straight away, and in the end wrote this to try to explain.  It is imperfect, but I wanted to communicate not only what it is like, but why I deal with it in the way I do.