My family is unusual. We have generations of people with autistic traits from mild to mid range. I was raised by my mom, and grandma. My grandma used to be terrible to my mom about her rocking, and hand flapping. My mom reads people, and I think she has very mild undiagnosed Asperger's. She knew from the day I was born I was different, but she thought nothing of it. It was everyone else. My mom doesn't get me. My grandma was the first to make me feel like I couldn't be me. so I started hiding stimming at 3, or 4. My brother was the only one who saw me rock as a child. I've been treated like crap by all the NT's in my family, and shown love by the ones who have autistic traits. My family is one of those that my cousins are like siblings, and my Aunt, and Uncle are like another set of parents. They've never understood me. Always making comments on things I can't help, and treating me like a pariah, and or a ret*d. My mom has been the most understanding, but she still has the samew NT standards, and has been wierd since my diagnosis. They've been even wierder since I stopped hidding who I am. Why the hell should we hide who we are so we can have an identity crisis, and be miserable.