Do you think Dylan could have had aspergers?

I had a lot of difficulties understanding how my fellow classmates acted, but rather than attempt to try and fit in, because I didn't know what that meant, I frequently acted bizarre and outlandish (like making animal sounds or strange noises) to make people laugh (I assumed people who were laughing at me were doing so in a friendly way). I subsequently got a reputation for being "the weird kid" and was made fun of for this. I largely stopped socializing with more than a handful of friends because of this (though maybe I just didn't like putting the effort into socialization to begin with). While I'm on the subject of friends, I remember one time in middle school where I either misinterpreted or outright didn't see some (in hindsight, blatant) social cues that my best friend didn't want to talk when I was bugging the shit out of him, and he ended up screaming at me because of it. In the second grade I floundered academically because I lacked interest in any of the subject material being taught, which caught me Hell from my parents and my teacher. At one point I was so frustrated with my education that I threatened a substitute teacher with decapitation, earning me the first of many times I'd be forced in front of a guidance councilor. When I first began to stim my parents were very frustrated about it, angrily telling me to stop, threatening to punish me for it, or outright making fun of me for it, which felt incredibly hurtful, because they never gave me a clear reason to stop beyond "it's annoying". Come to think of it, a lot of times my mother would tell me to behave, and I asked her why, she would say "because I said so", which I thought was such a dumb reason that it felt like she was being mean to me. A lot of times in middle school, my peers were very loud in the classroom, which I found rude, obnoxious, disrespectful, and hateful. I once told my Spanish teacher that I prayed my classmates would go to Hell for being so disruptive. In general I loathed school, learning, and academics because I felt uninterested in almost everything that was getting taught and hated how my parents pressured me to succeed academically (when I made high honor roll once, they were proud of me, but whenever that faltered they'd bring up that achievement and use it proverbially beat me over the head with it, demanding an explanation for why I couldn't maintain good grades). On occasion I have had meltdowns. Over failed tests/quizzes, over getting yelled at, over getting a new project, over someone saying or doing something I found upsetting, or sometimes nothing at all but the culmination of a lot of anger and frustration. In these meltdowns I'd hit myself, inanimate objects, cry, sometimes scream. These breakdowns were especially severe in college, where the environment felt like every horrible thing about public school multiplied by a thousand.