I need to be blunt. At 40, I don’t believe in love anymore. I feel loyalty and gentleness and protective, but I don’t think I’ve ever been capable of the kind of affection talked about in poetry or novels that redeems our souls. I am still obsessed with sex, and physical affection. But is it possible that autism and Aspergers are evolutionary dead ends? If we can’t find people who love us, and have families, and we aren’t relented enough to take the world by storm as bachelors, then truly these condition must someday be cured. As surly as we want to cure cancer, HIV or Down Syndrome.