Looking back - Funny stories

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I thought it might be fun and uplifting to discuss those moments with our Asperger's kids that were maybe embarrassing at the time, but funny looking back. For instance....

We were eating in a relatively nice restaurant once when our Asperger's son was about 4. He got chicken strips with fries. The fries, however, were "steak" fries. He'd never seen "steak" fries before and he began to get very upset. "They're not right! They're not right!" I finally calmed him down and told him, "Just leave'm buddy." I thought the situation was settled.

Wrong.

My son began throwing the fries off his plate with both hands like a bum digging through a garbage can. Each one he launched with astonishing velocity, some traveling five tables away before finding their mark. The rain of french fries was landing in people's drinks, hitting them in the face, and bouncing off tables in every direction. You could hear people being startled with words like "What the...?" The clink of dropped silverware echoed all around as people flinched at the surprise.

I'll tell you, it's difficult to enjoy your meal when the people around you are shouting, "INCOMING!" and ducking under tables.

My wife and I finally got hold of both arms and stopped the bombardment, but by then, all eyes were on us. What can you say?

Ummmm.....sorry?

We can laugh about it now.

Anybody else got a funny story?

Climber, that's really a good one!

Here's one --

We were living in Sacramento, CA when our son was about five years old. He and his sister were in the front yard playing jump rope when an old East Indian man was going for a walk. On his head was the traditional turban, in a bright purple. The man also had beautiful grey hair and a very grey beard, and was wearing what I would assume is a traditional tunic. As he neared our house, my son yells out at the top of his lungs "Look, Mom, it's a WIZARD!"

His sister wanted to find a hole and hide . . .

Kris

Be careful when you tell "funny" stories!

I just mean this: my dad used to tell stories about me in my presence that he thought were funny but were intensely embarrassing to me, and it would usually takeat least three or four episodes of my loud and insistent objection to get him to stop!

For instance, after a terrible first year of college I was living at home again on the top floor of our house instead of in my old room which my parents had optimistically turned into a study. I noticed I could see into the house across the courtyard and noticed the pretty girl who lived there. I watched her in her living room for a while and decided I wanted to meet her. So I went over there and told the dad who answered the door that I had been watching her! oops! He complained to my dad who thought this was terribly funny and a good story to repeat to guests. He seemed to have no idea how painful my mistake was to me.

Schleppen....that's good! I love that one!

Emerging, I agree with you. In fact, I considered the possibility that such a thread could be construed as "laughing at someone"; however, after reading so many posts in here it seems that most of the parents on this site are quite understanding and capable of knowing what is polite and what is off-limits. If I'm wrong, then I hope this will be a very short thread. I would never want to take part in humiliating someone.

Thanks, Climber. I didn't think you would do that. I just wanted to tell my story of embarrassment, partially because such stories can become embarrassing before we realize it but mostly because the subject of stories touched that memory and the parents I have met here are so understanding it just feels good to be able to "talk" to them here. It's a way of discharging some of this emotion from a lifetime of frustration. ( a life with bits of joy in it too, it's not all bad ya know!)

I'm recently self-diagnosed and it's really helped me to put the pieces together for myself. I've talked to my mother about it (my father was taking a nap at the time, they are in their late 80s) and it was one of the best conversations we've had in years. I love my dad a lot. He's a really good person, very giving and honest and fair. We didn't always communicate well (of course not!) but he has always had a great appreciation of me, the "different" one in the family. He felt that I was like him, and I feel that he is like me too. As social and successful as he has been I still feel that he has a touch of the aspie about him too. I think he liked that embarassing story about me because it reminded him of himself somehow, and his insensitivity to my feeling about it seems like an ironic token of that kinship as well. Who knows? He made sure I could pursue my life of art in peace and I'm very grateful for that among much else.

This incident is too recent for me to find it funny yet. The last time that we went to someone's house for dinner, my 4 year old son dropped a big plop of poop on the living room floor of their house. Apparently I was so exhausted from chasing him around the house trying to slow down his 'remodeling' of the home that I didn't even see what happened with the poop. The lady who's house it was picked up the poop thinking that it was probably a chunk of her son's clay, and she brought it into the dining room where a few adults were gathered, and she asked, "WHAT IS THIS?"

OMG, and my husband wonders why I always want to stay at home.

when my son was 7 , we were driving to the store when we saw a girl with pink hair. As it was summer, the windows in our car were rolled down. My son yelled & pointed out the window at her: "Look Mom, it's a clown !"...........i tried not to laugh....the girl, a teenager, gave us the finger and glared.

When my son was 4, my wife and AS son went to a supermarket that has a child watch center. My son for the most part does very well in these situations and looks forward to them. Well this center gives the parent a walkie talkie in case they have to call them while they are shopiing. So my wife dropped off my son and told him the usual things. Be a good boy, no shouting, etc.

15 mins went by and my wife settled into her shopping. Then her walkie talkie goes off asking her to come back to the child watch center. They had bad news for her. They told her that my son had peed in the sink. My wife was embarrassed and offered to clean it up. Then here's the kicker, they said. "Not the bathroom sink, but he peed in the toy kitchen sink!" She was like WHAT!! !!. She turned beet red. This has never happened to them before. They had that look of confusion, embarassment, etc. She grabbed my son, and left. She was mad and I was as well. Now we laugh about it and now tell him to go potty before going anywhere.

So guess what, we don't go to that super market anymore. We laugh and say that our son is on a watch list, he's been banned!!LOL!! !

Those stories are great!

ChristiansDad, your story reminds me....

I have a habit of greeting people with, "how ya' doin?" I do it all the time. By the time my youngest "normal" son was about 3 years old, he had picked up my habit.

We were at the beach and my youngest son came to me and said, "Daddy I have to pee." I told him, "Well buddy, just go out to the water!" He turned around and promptly headed for the water, but not exactly in the manner I meant.

He only walked up to the water's EDGE, right next to a newlywed couple - I mean within 3 feet of this couple - dropped his bathing suit and let her rip! From the distance, I saw the couple look at each other in astonishment and I saw the girl put her hand to her mouth in giggling embarrassment. While my son flowed like a Greek fountain, he put his hands on his hips, looked at the couple and said, "How ya' doin?"

Climber,

That was just way too funny. Too much laughing for 7:36 AM. Sounds like it came straight out of a movie. I can just imagine

This is my first post on this forum. This thread really caught my eye because we have TONS of wacky and wonderful stories!
My son J attended my Granddad's funeral with our family. He is a very sweet boy and is well loved by all of them. However, when we were all gathered around my grandmother, consoling her, J leans overto tell her "Well Granny, I guess you're next". I wanted to melt. My cousins were horrified! My Gran on the other hand, just looked at him and said "Baby, you're probably right".

The way he saw it, Gran was the oldest, so she was next. We all laugh about it now, well, almost all of us

One important thing though, we don't tell that as a "funny" within his hearing.

Sherrafina,

Great story! Thank you.

Now, we're all waiting for the TONS....

I thought AS didnt have a sense of humour,these are funny.

I have a couple:

When I first began dating DH, I came to the house and rang the doorbell. Sound of running feet. The door is flung open wide, and DD is opening the door to announce, "My Dad needs you to SHAVE his BACK!" After much blinking of the eyes, DH came running around the corner to explain that he just wanted her/me to trim the hair above his collar! Gods, I thought I was dating a gorilla for a minute!

I went out to dinner with DH sister and her husband at a pizza joint. Had a nice mouthful of pizza when she suddenly leaned across the table and said, "DD shaved her eyebrows off!" I just about choked on the pizza! Why she did it, I'll never know, but she was looked at quite oddly in school for a while...

He used to sit on the toilet and yell "incoming poop."

I hesitate to post this because I don't want to offend anyone so I really hope that this is not taken the wrong way but here goes:

Once we were had a lady over who sells sunrooms. Well my son, who was maybe five at the time, was outside when she got to our house. So we are sitting at the table, and he walks in to use the bathroom. Did I mention that she was African American? Why would that be relevant, you might ask? Well he finishes in the bathroom, heads for the door and says at the top of his voice, "There's a black lady in our house!! !" Then he yells to his brother outside, "Hey cool, there's a black lady in our house." And he walks out. I'm sitting there mortified and speechless!