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You might not like the smell of beauty parlors. #3 is my answer.

There really was no such thing as "accommodations" or an "integrated classroom" in those days. I believe I must have had informal "accommodations," though. There was no such thing as an IEP. This was before the Americans with Disabilities Act.

I went to a nursery school and kindergarten for "brain-injured" children. I was diagnosed as being a "brain-injured" child.

In first grade, I was in a public school class with kids with all sorts of disabilities. I had a good teacher, though. She let me read about Greek Mythology, and she taught me about "borrowing" in subtraction.

Second through Fifth grades: A generalized school for kids with disabilities. I was in the academic track. I learned all the things "normal" kids learned. Bad behavior wasn't tolerated, and I when acted up, I was either sent to the hall or the principal's office. The classes were ungraded. I was probably lucky that my parents found that school. I stated there when the school was just starting.

You're right. 3 is my lie. I don't do beauty salons because of the smell, but also the idea of staring in a mirror while making small talk and being judged ... not gonna happen.

I absolutely love the smell of hot tar. It's my earliest memory. Likewise, I love new dolls and rubber / plastic toys because they smell like Christmas morning.

I'm glad you were able to flourish in school and that you had a good teacher to start you on the journey.
You've been very successful.
Does autism seem to be genetic in your family?

Not at all. In my case, it's idiopathic.

I had many problems in school----some of my own making. I called out the answers in class. I threw tantrums when the kids teased me. I was almost expelled in 8th grade from a public junior high school. The guidance counselor thought I was "crazy." My problems at school were the reason why my mother threatened to send me to Linden Hill. I did okay academically----but I should have done much better.

1. I read at a 12th grade level in 6th grade

2. I was put into an SP (Special Progress) class because I read at a 12th grade level.

3. I got kicked out of about 3/4's of my science classes in 8th grade for calling out the answers.

It's a shame you couldn't have had enrichment classes all along. You sound like you are gifted.

#2. I bet you were way ahead in reading but they didn't encourage you.

Correct. They thought I was "immature," so they put me in "regular" classes. The other kids in my 6th grade class who made it to SP looked down upon me. Junior High was very tough for me.

I could have easily started the path towards a life of being a criminal and drug addict----but I was lucky for two reasons:

1. I was afraid to try drugs. And I thought they were wrong, anyway

2. I was caught shoplifting. They called my mother. I never shoplifted again.


You seem pretty "gifted" as well----in multiple senses. Have you read Gardner's Theory of "multiple intelligences?"

1. I was able to get a slice of pizza and a (large) Coke for 35 cents in 1973

2. The New York Daily News went from 8 cents to 5 cents, then up to 10 cents around 1969-1970.

3. I was able to get a telescope when I was 9.

Adolescence was very hard for me as well. All the girls diverged in a different direction. I had no social intuition and was too easily swayed as a follower (hence, the spandex dress). Nothing came naturally. I'm glad you didn't go the drug route.
My ASD test said I'm very low in verbal and non-verbal and spatial and social and ... lol .... I don't think I'm creative enough to be gifted. I'm a very black and white thinker. But, thanks.

#1 sounds a bit low.

#1 actually happened. At a pizza place on 63rd Drive between Booth and Wetherole Street, right across the street from PS (Public School) 139. Obviously, the pizza place isn't there any more.

I never got a telescope. When I was 9, I saw one in a store for $14.95, and I wanted it so badly. As a result, I did a really bad thing: I stole $20 from my father.

I felt so bad about it that I tried to give myself a haircut. It failed, so I had to spend $2 to shave my head. A few days later, I was so lonely that I followed my bus driver after his shift was over. I went to his apartment. I didn't ring the bell, though. I just looked through his window. He saw me, talked to me a little bit. I was satisfied, and left.

It was a very long walk to my house from the bus driver's house---over 2 miles. So I got a cab, which was $5. Then I bought my father a razor and my mother L'eggs stockings. I spend the rest on candy and stuff.

I never got the telescope, of course. They never found out I stole the money.

1. The first time I KNEW I was watching an Elvis Presley movie on TV was when I watched "Follow that Dream."

2. I started using a remote control in 1974

3. The first movie I saw on my own in the theater was "The Ten Commandments."

L'eggs. LMAO.

#2?

I think my first remote control was a bit later. It had a long cable to the TV but I still thought it was great.

The answer is #3. I saw that movie with my brother and his girlfriend. My mother made him take me.

The first movie I saw alone was Willie Wonks and the Chocolate factory that same year: 1971. It cost 50 cents.

Willy Wonka freaked me out. I don't think I made it to the end after Violet blew up in a giant ball. It was a great premise, but then it got too whacked. Roald Dahl always seemed evil somehow in his writing.

1. I have a PTSD service dog.
2. I have been listening to the same song for about four hours.
3. I have an original Picasso.

^3.


Wait... did I ever answer any of mine. Idk.

The answer is #3.

I bought my mother a copy of a Blue Period Picasso for about $60.

A girl at summer camp listened to the same song for DAYS.

I love the blue period.

1. I have an original Winnie the Pooh vinyl recording of The Blustery Day.
2. I have been to Disneyland and Disneyworld and Disneyland Paris several times each.
3. I love roller coasters.

I get the feeling you don’t like rollercoasters—#3.

I like them okay.

I dislike the spinning rides pretty intensely. I get really nauseous.

I actually love rollercoasters, although I haven't been on one post-stroke.

My favourite was at California Adventure Park and it played Red Hot Chili Peppers during the ride.
I forget what the roller coaster was called though.
I wouldn't be able to go on them any more because of my balance issues but I do love them.