My gran has diabetes. Yesterday, I found myself in an appointment to see if I have it too, but I had to go to this hospital right on the other side of town to have the test done. I should have had the test done two weeks ago but I missed the appointment because I'd taken the wrong bus to the wrong area of Plymouth to a building which turned out not to exist, which was strange.

Since I missed that one, I had another one yesterday which I managed to make. I casually mentioned my funny location misunderstanding to the doctor while she took my blood. She didn't find it funny. She started asking me some strange questions about whether or not I sometimes find it hard to understand jokes or if I have odd thought processes. Things took a turn for the worse when she asked me about my spare time and my tongue slipped. I accidentally confessed to dressing up in my sisters clothes and dancing around my room pretending to be a velociraptor - which was a mistake anyway because I don't normally do those things at the same time.

She made a big deal out of this and made me spend the night in the hospital for more mental tests and anal probing, and which point they diagnosed me with 'mild autism'.

Discuss.