My son, the gamer.
Asperger's Syndrome is something that is more common than people think. A statistic I have seen suggests that in the US and Canada alone it can occur from one to two hundred and fifty children, all the way up to one in ten thousand. It is also something that is much more likely to develop in boys than in girls, usually between the ages of two and six. My eldest son was diagnosed with Asperger's back in November 2013, five days after his ninth birthday. I look back on the earlier years of his life and I sometimes kick myself for not having him tested as the signs were clearly there, but I had no idea about any of it and to be brutally frank. I sometimes consider it a failure on my part as a father.
I remember the signs quite well. He rarely made eye contact with people and had difficulty making friends. His conversations with me were often short and filled with even shorter replies and sentences. Such things as sarcasm went straight over his head, something one of his younger sisters (a master at it) soon found out. His hobbies and general interests were extremely limited. If something took his interest it had to be for a specific reason and he rarely let go of something as a result. He came home one day with a book on the Titanic and proceeded to tell me as many facts as he could. He is also an avid Star Wars fan and has a poster in his room with signatures from some of the actors on it. His love for Lego makes me smile to no end, and when I hear the sound of him raking through his Lego box to find a certain piece, it brings back memories of my childhood. I just wish he would not leave his pieces lying around the house, as stepping on a piece in the middle of the night when I come down to go to the bathroom is pretty much the same as stepping on bloody spikes.