I don't want a cure and one reason why I wouldn't want a cure is this. The most important reason is that I like myself the way I am. A little bastard at school said to me one day, "Imagine if you had a bump on the head and you changed." Well, I don't want to. And the little bastard deliberately aimed a softball at my head one day and the fact that a teacher yelled out for me to duck saved me. The little bastard told me he did it on purpose. A cure would validate the little bastard. If someone cured me of my autism, I would fill my car up with petrol and go to a remote place and let you imagine the rest.