Asperger’s isn’t what you think it is, the reality is far different
We need to talk about Sherlock
Sherlock’s finished, and mercifully so. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the earlier seasons, with Holmes and Watson gallivanting around London solving mysteries, but the whole thing just got… well, it got a bit pompous. It gave itself a soapy element with the Watson/Mary storyline, and let itself collapse under its weight in the last season as complexities piled upon complexities, turning the whole show into an exercise in sensory overload.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a TV review, nor is it a rant about Gatiss and Moffat. Instead, it’s a commentary on the reality of living (and thriving) with Aspergers, and on how the shows which shape the common perception of the condition. Sherlock, The Big Bang Theory, etc, are both inaccurate and damaging.
For context, I have a mild case of Asperger’s, and have been diagnosed since I was three (back in the distant mists of toddlerhood). It’s managed, and I see it more as a tweak on my personality now, something which adds a dash of difference to my life. It gives me a way of seeing the world in a way I wouldn’t otherwise have, and it’s such a part of me that I wouldn’t change it for the world.
What is Asperger’s? Medically speaking, it’s a pervasive developmental disorder (i.e, a developmental condition which presents itself throughout an individual’s character, instead of with a single symptom) on the Autistic Spectrum. It manifests itself through an individual’s communication skills, interests and social interactions, and is often marked by a change in the way an individual processes external stimuli (such as body language).