You might be an aspie if someone comes in to discuss their report with you and you stop them to ask them to send it to you by email and give you ten minutes in silence to think about it before they come in.
You might be an aspie if you enjoy ordering and reordering your fine collection of beautiful scarves, but never actually seem to wear them, although sometimes you carry one in your purse planning to wear it and it just stays folded up until you can put it back in its drawer at home.
You might be an aspie if you dedicate the first three days of the week before a houseguest coming to reading several books on decluttering a house -- so that you can properly tidy up for her, even though you've known her since she was a baby and know her own house is a wreck.
You might be an aspie if you are so good at the self-checkout at the grocery store that an attendant -- who unbeknownst to you has been watching you the whole time -- comes up as you're leaving and comments on how "good you are at it"...which you resent deeply. You know you're good at it. You're good at it to avoid just this situation where you have to talk to an attendant.
You might be an aspie if you have several special, expensive bottles to keep tea hot for six hours, so that you can prepare all your tea for the day and have it arranged, ready to go, on your desk, so you can avoid stopping work and don't have to walk past everyone later in the day again to make more tea.
You might be an aspie if, while feeling a shutdown coming on with a close friend staying for several days, you concoct a sudden stomach ailment to explain your grumpiness and need to go lie down for a while, even though your friend knows you are an aspie, because you can't imagine having to speak another word right now, let alone explain shutdowns. When she begins to ask all kinds of questions about the stomach ailment, you permanently retire that one from your mental list of excuses.
You might be an aspie if you have no idea how to answer the question "What did you do last weekend?" because when someone asks you you have no idea -- no, wait, I'm seeing images of a couch and walls...oh yes, I spent all weekend in a fog trying to recuperate from a highly social job and just stared at the walls and spoke to no one except the dog and OH I KNOW! It's: "Nothing, much. How about y-" -- too late, he's gone. Now he thinks I'm weird.
You might be an aspie if, knowing from experience that your office sees asking questions on writing style rules as a weakness -- even though their rules are byzantine and self-contradictory and everyone knows it -- you instead concoct little social experiments to see which of your editors side on which side of the rules that are unclear, and keep a little mental checklist of how Mr. A likes "however" in the middle of the sentence and Ms C likes colons before introducing a quotation that is a full sentence and Mr. D doesn't like something he calls "orphan quotes," which is what everyone else prefers.
You might be an aspie if every time someone asks "have you heard of..." or "did you know..." you say "yes" through gritted teeth rather than launch into a long monologue explaining all you know about the subject, which is considerable. This includes: autism, food intolerances versus allergies, best practices in exercise for gaining muscle or losing weight, cooking authentic foods from several different cultures, the histories and contradictions inherent in several major religions, how grammar and pronunciation work in several European and East Asian languages and the differences between them and their mutual borrowings and loanwords, the biographies of several authors and their the lesser-known works (P.G. Wodehouse, H.P. Lovecraft, etc.), the history of recitative throughout opera, how to construct a melody according to hack music writers of several genres and how to add accompaniment to it...oh, I see I probably just need to change topics instead of trying to be comprehensive. Switching gears...
You might be as aspie if you "have" to give a small lecture on why there is no period after "Ms" when asked what title you use, and then, realizing you are at the DMV and they do not care and are listening with barely concealed boredom, that you are droning on inappropriately, so you end with a little laugh that doesn't quite work and mumble something incoherent that seemed more charming in your head, to excuse yourself, which just confuses them.
kris, you have opened a Pandora's Box within me. I'm trying to shut it. Help! You might be an aspie if you are going to spend the next several hours fighting these off in you mind, because once your mind latches on, it takes an act of Congress to get it to let go. And you're at work!