One of the the communication problems I had with my mother is her consistent tenancy to see everything I said as pessimistic. A kind of pessimism itself, this made no sense to me. Apparently, If I said I had Asperger's Syndrome, I was being pessimistic. Personally, given that I was most definitely strangling people until they passed out without reason, having panic attacks in cafes and running away until I got lost and screaming and helpful passer's by, some reason is infinitely better than no reason. Doesn't matter if the reason was headcrabs, I would rather that not just be who I am. Partly, my mother thought if I could blame some "brain" thing, I would never try to get better. Boundless optimism. Fuck Asperger's Syndrome, I decided. There's not anything I can't do. Apart from sport. (Okay, maybe it wasn't BOUNDLESS optimism. Never bothered with a "Fuck Dyspraxia" attitude.)

There are plenty of thoughts that can be perceived as optimistic or pessimistic.