I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome when I was 13. I’m 17 now, and the last four years have been anything but smooth.
The first time I ever saw the word “aspie,” it was being used as an insult after I admitted that I had Aspergers Syndrome on an online chat. I was targeted by a troll who knew exactly how to push my buttons.
Then, there were the times when I told my close friends. When I told Amelia, it made my strange behavior and social inexperience make much more sense to her, and she learned to be patient with me. When I told Firefly, my best friend, it didn’t really change anything, which is good, because we’re really good friends.
The point is, you should be careful who you tell. Only tell someone if you really trust them.