Hi Cote, I encouraged you to start this thread, so thought I'd better post. I'm not going to post TOO much at this stage, as I have a headache and am planning to take a bath to relax.
Background - I was brought up in a strict RC household, and never rebelled against that, so in that sense I have been brought up to believe in God.
In addition, I always had an interest in pure maths, particular infinity. At university I studied Maths, and tended to pick either pure maths or mathematical solutions (involving a lot of theoretical stuff) for subjects. So I guess I have no problem with abstract concepts there either.
I stopped going to church after university because the church I went to was so unfriendly, combined with a husband who didn't like me going (it interfered with his Sunday lunch!).
I remarried in an Anglican church, because there was still a sense I wanted to get married "in the sight of God" - a registry office wedding meant nothing to me.
It was shortly after my sons birth (DD was 2) that I revisited the faith of my childhood, and for the first time in a long time I prayed.
So I prayed. I prayed that God would send me a sign that he wanted the children baptised in the Church of England. I asked that he send either the Rector or the Curate to the mums and tots group the very next day. That if he did that, I would know - and I told myself that this way I would know, given that I had been so specific, and I would speak to whoever turned up. I had no foreknowledge of anyone coming (and to make sure, I even confirmed the details afterwards). The curate turned up, and I started going to church from that point onwards.
At this stage it was for the children, due to my RC hangups about divorce/remarriage, I didn't hold out a lot of hope for myself.
It was only when I moved to my current church and had numerous conversations with my vicar, that something else started to happen. In that I talked to God AND he talked to me. Yes, I know, imaginary friends and voices in head.
I could go into a great deal of detail here, but I developed an interest in all things religious, started reading book after book, and I enquired about ministry after a talk the vicar gave on vocations. Personally I didn't think I would in a million years get selected, but I felt that God was telling me to apply for lay ministry (Reader or Licensed Lay Minister - google for more info).
So there I was, if I was completely honest, I didn't want to do it, didn't think I could stand up in a pulpit and preach (up to then every time I needed to speak in public, I would puke violently, just couldn't do it). But I heard God telling me I could that he would give me the gifts. Yeah, I know.
Anyway, I got selected for training, much to my surprise, threw myself into it wholeheartedly. The studies allowed me to explore certain aspects of Christianity, including spirituality, and I became fascinated by certain of the mystics, and I could relate to their writings.
I'm missing out huge chunks of story, you understand - am just trying to give you a flavour of what its been like, from an Aspie POV.
I'd been training for a year when DS was diagnosed with Aspergers. I felt as if my world had caved in, because I knew I had it too. My first thought was that God was a product of my Aspie mind, and I had a serious loss of identity and who I was, I didn't know myself. What stopped me from turning away from God altogether is that I had made him a promise the day before - whatever happened in DS's meeting, I would not turn my back on God again. I remembered that promise.
The next year was like a roller coaster of emotion, culminating in a diagnosis for myself September last year. There were times when I felt God was intervening in my life and providing the support I needed through other people. In fact, there have been many times when I have felt that, during my training, on all sorts of occasions.
In terms of my spirituality, I find it easier to turn to God than to most people. The reason being is that I often struggle to express myself, people misjudge me, misunderstand me, even on occasions verbally attack me, and I don't always understand why. Yet I believe, as a result of what I have read, and from my experiences in prayer, that God DOES understand me completely. There is never a need to explain myself because he knows what I mean, even when I get it all wrong. It is knowing that there is this being that knows everything about me and yet still loves me that is tremendously comforting and supportive.
I am aware I've left a lot out. I talk of feelings, which I know many Aspies struggle with. I sometimes wish that I never had this sense of calling which wouldn't go away, because its really hard being an Aspie minister sometimes, and be sociable and pretend to enjoy social events when I'm hating every minute of it. On the other hand, its given me a richness of life and sense of purpose which had been missing.
As for empathy - I can empathise best where I have direct experience. For example, I've been divorced, and know the pain of that. I've been attacked, and know how that made me feel. I know what its like to feel left out and excluded. And I use those feelings to help others. I'm a very different person from who I was 20 years ago.
I realise there are many alien concepts there for you, and some of what I've said may be ambiguous or just plain weird, because I've left out so much (I could write a book!).
Finally I WILL say that I've encountered a number of priests who I would also say are on the spectrum, most definitely, even if they don't know it!