Alexandra
calculuschild
Here's one study Pennsylvania University https://web.sas.upenn.edu/pcssm/commentary/public-disapproval-of-disruptive-climate-change-protests/
Do with it what you will.
I get along with Autistics better, but mainly because we cope with social situations in a similar way.
In my case, we play a lot of board games and video games. We can socialize without requiring smalltalk or eye contact. If there is no such activity planned, we don't get together, and nobody is offended.
Tetris doesn't really have an end. It just keeps going. So this is a very specific crash where if you get far enough into the game, it can't keep up with the player any more. You "beat" Tetris by playing so well you make the game break.
This is similar to getting pacman to crash by beating level 255 at which point incrementing the level goes past what can be stored and the data gets corrupted.
I got my PhD in engineering just fine. Had to push myself to make a few connections and meet regularly with my advisor, etc., but doing research was really well-suited to my hyper-focus tendencies.
However the opportunities I had tutoring/teaching did not appeal to me at all. I pulled it off, and I enjoyed sharing my knowledge and being the "expert" in a room full of freshman students, but I would be highly stressed all morning in anticipation, and then out of commission for the rest of the day.
So, I opted to move into industry mainly to remove the expectation of teaching regular courses and the dependency on networking to successfully claim grant funding and collaborate with other academics. (Also money)
Several autistic-spectrum friends also left academia but stayed in research in some form, and are doing really well. A couple stayed in academia. One is doing great, and the other basically destroyed his marriage due to the stress.
Probably depends a lot on the specific responsibilities of your chosen academic field as well as your individual point on the spectrum.
Pretty recently.
When the majority of people I grew up respecting decided to use their religion as an excuse to participate in or support a terrorist attack, a lot of things started unraveling pretty quickly. Turns out none of them actually cared about what Jesus wanted, but rather what that news station said.
With so many of my old friends and church leaders telling me hate was the answer, the cognitive dissonance didn't have any ground to stand on anymore.
The one time I brought my journal with me to an event where I wanted to take some notes, my whole backpack was stolen, and I lost two years of writing.
Never again.