I just had to share this joke I read in a book called House Rules, by Jodi Picoult, which focuses on a teenager with Asperger’s:

A guy is flying in a hot-air balloon and he’s lost. He lowers himself over a cornfield and calls out to a woman. “Can you tell me where I am and where I’m headed?”

“Sure,” this woman says. “You are at 41 degrees, 2 minutes, and 14 seconds north, 144 degrees, 4 minutes, 19 seconds east; you’re at an altitude of 762 meters above sea level, and right now you’re hovering, but you were on a vector of 234 degrees at 12 meters per second.”

“Amazing! Thanks! By the way, do you have Asperger’s syndrome?”

“I do!” the woman replies. “How did you know?”

“Because everything you said is true, it’s much more detail than I need, and you told me in a way that’s of no use to me at all.”

The woman frowns. “Huh. Are you a psychiatrist?”

“I am,” the man says. “But how the heck could you tell?”

“You don’t know where you are. You don’t know where you’re headed. You got where you are by blowing hot air. You put labels on people after asking a few questions, and you’re in exactly the same spot you were in five minutes ago, but now, somehow, it’s my fault!”