I had a long talk with my mother tonight about labels and Aspergers. She doesn't really want to believe that she produced an Aspie. I get that, because she would have to admit that she's one too. And she may not be ready. She says it's just another label.
I tried to get her to see that while it may be just a label, it's a label that explains so much for me. The meltdowns, the shyness, the clumsiness, the issues with noise and light and so on. Having this name to call it means I am not so abnormal after all. I'm not crazy, or stuck up. I'm just different.
I think it's much easier to meet a challenge when you know what the challenge is. You can waste a lot of timing climbing a mountain if the challenge is to find a certain tree at its base. That's the benefit of having the label. It may not define my challenges, but it does tell me what letter to look under.