I was misdiagnosed with Asperger's at the age of 16. I can't really talk about it because trying to do so simply evokes so many bad memories of parental abuse, psychiatric malpractice and wasted years of youth. The odd thing is that this did not prevent me from going to university at 20 and eventually obtaining a Master's degree at the age of 26, although there were many attempts by my parents to keep me from doing that.
I'm now a bit older and all of my hard work was all for naught. I no longer have the Asperger's label hanging over my head, but some of my surviving family members still look down on me and I eventually had to disown my father about a year ago (my mother died when I was 28). I essentially have no family anymore. At the age of 35 I simply stay in my apartment all day, except when I have to run errands or perhaps get food or coffee. I'm now on SSI and I've been on it since I was 29; I am now considered to be Schizoaffective/Schizoprhenic due to all of the abuse/drugging/mindfuckery that I had to experience when I was younger.
I have to tell you right now that being considered schizophrenic is a bit better than being considered autistic; with the latter, you are constantly treated in a condescending manner as if you are a forever child, even if you are intelligent, and you will be gaslighted and manipulated to no end. With the former, people are simply afraid of you, and/or leave you alone because they see you as being worthless to society. That is still bad but at least I no longer have to deal with people controlling me and my life. I also take less medication now than I did when I was considered autistic, oddly enough; I feel as though those meds permafried me, perhaps intentionally because my mother wanted to keep me at the level of a toddler for some bizarre reason.
Why did I let this happen to myself? Because nobody gave a shit. No one was going to help me. Even the adults back then who were otherwise nice bought into the lies that my parents told them. And the psychiatric system can in fact be rigged if the patient is a child, if the parents have ties to the psychiatrists, and if the psychiatrists simply do not care about doing a good job (which mine didn't, back then).
I now have absolutely no idea what to do with my life. I like to tell myself that if it wasn't for this, I could have really done something with myself, but that isn't true due to forced diversity, where they give most of the opportunities for a decent job to brown MENA chimps. Also, considering that I have lost almost all interest in the outside world, with few exceptions, as well as that I do not care about social status and/or money, then really, what is the point? I couldn't have made anything of myself because I realize that doing anything in this world is like planting trees in the void; there is no real point to leave a physical mark on the world when it will eventually crumble away. I still like life and whatever inner world that I have, but for the most part I really do wonder if I am either living life as it is supposed to be lived, or if there is any meaning or point to any of it.