I am NOT autistic for liking Dr. House

"Your autism is showing"

^is what a 'friend' said when they saw me posting about my Dr. House wallpaper on instagram.

For the record I have never been diagnosed as autistic. The only spice the scientists added to my mix when I was being created in a pot was the 'severe anxiety' liquid but that has nothing to do with my love for House.

I am perfectly balanced in my thoughts, there is no disorder causing my thoughts to be tainted by Dr. House. Instead, this is proof of my undying love and yearning for Dr. House. Me being dropped onto concrete as a baby is what sent my brain cells orbiting around the galaxy, no brain condition caused that fate to unravel.

There is no mental illness that forced this obsession upon me. And I dislike how every time I am seen with my Dr. House shirt, my Dr. House plushie, my Dr. House funko pop, my Dr. House keychains in my Dr. House-print-filled-room, I am pitied for having the "unfortunate" fate of obsessing with everything I come across and happen to like.

My brain is not wired differently, it works just like yours and maybe that is what scares you. How could a perfectly normal and average looking guy like me fall head over heels for a fictional doctor who commits medical malpractice.

Is it a 1 in a 100 chance of it being your child who obsesses over fictional characters? Are you afraid of the outcome when the dice falls out of fate's hand?

Autism did not cause my love for House. My feelings were always real.