I hate what it does to my son. I hate to see him struggle just to walk through the mall without melting down. I hate it because my daughter wants so much to talk to her brother who just really doesn't care sometimes. I hate that before we leave for an afternoon of shopping and lunch out that I have to spend hours preparing my son for every single detail of what is to come. I hate the worried look on his face as we are driving to the mall because he doesn't know what is ahead. I hate the fast that he doesn't understand that 50 cents will not buy a toy that costs $14.99. I love my son more than life itself, but some days, I HATE ASPERGER'S.