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My path through the game industry has been one of regular behavioral incidents and self-medication via liquor. The game industry, despite being packed with people on the autism spectrum, is generally not a friendly place to people who are on the spectrum.

When I was still in school, and even in university in my mid teens, my mom insisted that I focus on my studies, and kept me from having the social life and getting up to the usual childhood antics that would have helped me be well-socialized for when I entered the workforce.

I was a nightmare to work with. Probably still am, and everyone is just too polite. I thought I was god's gift to coders, when in reality I'm just an average coder at best. Constant run-ins with my line managers at previous jobs about my behavior.

I was fired from my first job at @EA, when after my fingers were worked to the bone from months upon months of endless crunch on Superman Returns, I finally had one too many angry run-ins with coworkers. My pleas that they had failed to accommodate my autism fell on deaf ears.

I at least lasted long enough to be laid off from my job at @Activision after they laid off 500 people upon the cancellation of the Hero business unit, including a third of the staff at @VvisionsStudio at the time. Thus began both the best and worst year of my life, 2011.

I lost track of the number of times I stood on a chair, noose tied, trying to will myself to just kick it out from under me. To this day I'm still unsure whether or not I made the right decision to keep going.

I'm entirely dependent on my medication. Even slight reduction causes dramatic effects. I was nearly fired two weeks into working at Mojang when I flew off the handle due to being on a third of my usual medication, and not having the self-help skills to have found a doctor yet.

I've lost track of the number of friends that I've lost over the years due to an inability to relate on a fundamental level, all thanks to having lost the genetic lottery.