When Star Trek came on in syndication on channel 13, one of those channels that featured commercials by Cal Worthington and his dog, Spot, I had to be there every day to see it. My mom questioned the rationality of anyone who could watch the same shows over and over. We even traded insults. She made fun of Spock's ears, and I made fun of her soap operas. Alas, on channel 13, they cut out hunks of the show to make room for the commercials. I was really bothered by that. I would have been in kid heaven had all this taken place in the last 20 or so years, when recordings were easily available.
I was a trivia expert, too. Later, in college, one of my favorite past-times between a couple of my classes was to sit outside with another student or two and try to stump each other with Star Trek trivia questions. I didn't often lose. Come to think of it, they were probably Aspies, too.
Around the time I was in 6th grade I invented my own auxiliary characters and started thinking up short stories. I wasn't able to get inside the head of a grown man (Spock), but I could with a young, female character. My isolation and social difficulties even then brought me to the point of identifying with someone who was half-alien and didn't fit in no matter which planet they were on. Then, of course, there had to be the ultimate friend, the person who understood my half-Vulcan character and accepted her for who she was. Thus T'Pring (I know, I ripped the name off the show, but it's not the same character) and Lorraine were born. I have continued to refine and write these stories over the years, adding more characters, including an Aspie human character, who really is just another aspect of me. I find writing these stories to be cathartic.