This story is from a while ago, shortly after my diagnosis.
I was visiting some friends, sitting in their kitchen on a tall stool and swinging my legs whilst I explained my surprising discovery that I was on the spectrum. I was pretty distressed and worried about it, and all the possible implications for my future that I was feverishly imagining.
I was explaining about how we spectrum people usually like and understand direct, straight-forward communication, but may not understand indirect communication or get subtle hints.
One of my friends then chimed in with: "Are you sure you're autistic? Perhaps you are just German!"
My friends patiently listened to me continue to explain for a while more, before reassuring me that it didn't bother them if I was autistic because they already loved me for who I was. I stopped worrying and went off to do something fun.