UMMM YES!! It's not so much when I speak, but when I am simply walking around minding my own business, or am in deep thought, or am just relaxing my freaking face. People ALWAYS ask me what's wrong or why I'm mad and I'm just like "I'm perfectly content actually, until you just asked me that." When I was a server, I would always get in trouble for walking through the dining room looking pissed off, but really I was just trying to concentrate on my work and look for dirty dishes.
When I moved into my apartment a few months back, I was outside in the garage setting up my drum set. It was really hot that day, and when I am overheated, I get short-temepered. Anyway, I walked through the doors of my apartment building fully intending to go straight to my apartment to cool off, and I noticed a pedophile-Santa-looking guy stepping onto the elevator. I noticed him while his back was turned, but I just avoided eye contact and kept walking, minding my own business, as I do when I walk past any human being. I know they're there, it's just easier to look down or away.
I was a few steps past the elevator when I heard Pedo-Santa mutter "Pffft, what a snob." I stopped in my tracks for a moment, not knowing if he meant me, but then I quickly realized that he was talking about me, and I began to fume with anger. Without hesitation, I marched up the stairs and met him as he was getting out of the elevator (yeah, he went up 1 floor on an elevator). I immediately said (whilst holding back tears, because even though I was mad, I was very hurt) "Umm excuse me, I heard you call me a snob and I just want to say that I did not appreciate it." After that, it's kind of a blur, but I remember making him feel like a dick weed by mentioning that I'm autistic and that I can't help how I look and act sometimes.
He went on to be his creepo self and said "Well, I'm sorry Miss, you just need to smile more, you're so pretty!" Like wtf, I'm supposed to walk around smiling like a fool for no reason whatsoever? That makes NO sense. After that I just turned my back and stormed off to call my mom haha. I was shaking with adrenaline, but I was really happy that I stood up for myself, because if I would have just walked away and said nothing, it would have been on my mind for weeks.
I also told our apartment manager about the incident, and she wrote him some sort of note, and though I see his hick-y, rusting truck (with the license plate reading UNSTABL) parked here every day, I haven't actually seen him since then.