Yay for the aspies! (..)

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you didnt say one about me...

failed to say a quirk about me...

oh wait... we threadjacked this thread... lol

i just rock whith musick tempo

Little repetitive sounds or repetitive moments that I see from the corner of my vision drive my crazy.

I count syllables in my head when I read or replay what I've just heard; I hate it when they end on an uneven number of syllables.

My voice is rarely loud or expressive; I sometimes marvel at how high-pitched and fake other people can sound.

I'm sitting here grinning because I can relate to so much of this thread.

When I was a little kid I always wanted the sauce on the side of my spaghetti, not on top of it because I didn't like it to get too mixed in.

I absolutely hate spaghetti when i go out and eat... not for the taste, but because the cost of making it is so cheap, and they charge spaghetti as if it were expensive to make. (pisses me off when anyone i know orders it)

Otherwise i can eat spaghetti in my home, but i tend to let it sit in the fridge for a day, it adds flavor.

I make a ton of car related lists. my current list is everything I plan to do to my car over the winter.

LOL, I'm still very much this way. Keep foods separate please

Though in recent years I've relaxed a bit. If I'm serving myself I'll keep the sauce on one side of the food, but if I'm at a restaurant and it comes that way it's cool.

I made a huge list with over 5.000 cars I wanted from car-sale magazines, wrote the year of production, make, color, and everything.

when i was a kid i couldn't stand foods touching on the plate. i was told that i was a picky eater. i still have an irrational fear of condiments, but i've been an adventurous eater for a while now.

i remember my mom taking me to a doctor when i was little, and i got a hearing test. the doctor told mom that i could hear fine, i just wasn't listening. even through high school i'd have problems with that - on some level i'd be aware of a stimulus like someone directly addressing me, but it was so far removed from where i was at that i couldn't react to it at all, not even non-verbally acknowledging the person. i remember a few times in high school when i was in that situation trying to force myself into that level where i could communicate, and only garbled noises coming out.

as a kid i had a few years of speech therapy, in school and for a year with a private therapist after school. in my late teens, early twenties i remember that my close friends would sometimes translate for me when i was talking to new people - they couldn't understand what i was saying but people who knew me would tell them. a lot of times i couldn't understand what other people were saying, either, and i'd have to ask them to repeat themselves. yet, i've always been good at understanding what foreign people with heavy accents were saying when most people couldn't.

i noticed that it was weird that when i was watching tv i liked to have control of the remote so i could adjust the volume. sometimes it would be painfully loud and i would have to constantly adjust the volume to comfortably watch a show. i still do, but i can deal with the stimulus if i'm in a situation where grabbing the remote and adjusting the volume is inappropriate.

we lived in hotels a lot. i remember reading the entire holiday inn worldwide directory front to back when i was 10-ish, looking for the largest hotels and being interested in the distances from the hotels to nearby tourist attractions.

in jr high i became concerned with the question of whether existence existed, and i started drawing 4 and 5 dimensional graphs to try and reconcile what i knew about the universe with what i believed was possible based on my experiences. those explorations led to the invention of the number in my avatar, in 7th grade. everything that i could process into the question led me to believe that consensus reality was impossible, and a dangerous illusion. when i finally found my way to psychiatrist when i was 17 i explained that i thought my depression was due to an existential crisis - i couldn't make myself believe in reality and even if i was real, it was completely meaningless. the prozac they gave me ('94 - prozac was supposed to be the answer to everything) didn't cure that.

sometimes physical contact with other people freaks me out. especially people that i don't like much. sometimes when i force myself to endure it i get twitchy, a little spastic. sometimes with some people physical contact is the greatest thing in the world.

sometimes i feel noises as... sensations all across my body. sometimes i see noises. i've never been good at smelling.

when i'm alone i sometimes pace a lot, make weird noises, do weird dances. i've always preferred to sit in a half-lotus position, or sometimes a weird fetal position if i'm in a chair. not lately, but i've spent many years of my life sleeping in sleeping bags because i like the feeling of restriction.

when i was younger mom thought that shoes never fit me right because i couldn't wait to get out of them. now i mostly wear birkenstocks. i never wore jeans in highschool or jr high. clothes feel weird sometimes and i prefer nudity, or a soft heavy bathrobe with soft light house pants if i feel i need them, or heavy soft clothes that cover as much of my body as possible. i'm very conscious of the people around me, of course, when it comes to deciding which of the above options is appropriate in any situation.

i always knew i was smart. at some point in early adolescence i became very aware that interacting with other people required all the mental power i could come up with, and thinking on their level to communicate with them was only happening at the expense of thinking on all the wonderful otherworldly levels i was used to. i totally identified with marvin from the hitchhiker's guide - 'it gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level'.

i always had an awkward relationship with my body. until 6 or 7 or 8 years ago 'i' was a dislocated mind, and my body was the completely separate vehicle that housed it. i called it 'the meat', and we didn't get along too well. i thank artaud for waking me up to a few things re: that. and experiments with exercise and meditation. still, i have balance issues sometimes, and am not great at coordinating movements to do things like throw a ball or a frisbee.

yay for the aspies? i'm just happy to understand why i'm weird.

i made a list with all the sensory thingys i like and also my obsessions...

I'm 43 years old, and a fan of miler Roger Bannister.

I love cats and love looking at pictures of everyone's kitties. I am especially fond of tabbies and Siamese.

I can look beyond what's in front of me, and enjoy music from different countries and eras.

I'm so obsessed with video games, I draw stuff from them.

that's cool
I love Genesis

Oh man.

- I jiggle my legs a lot.
- I will read the same few pages of a book over and over again like I'm analyzing the Talmud.
- I carry around pictures that I like so I can sneak peeks at them throughout the day.
- I am obsessed with names and already have my kids' names picked out (Irving Justinian or Irving Jonathan if it's a boy, Ophelia Roisin or Ophelia Theodora if it's a girl).
- I'm completely obsessed with religion and its history. I'd love to get a PhD in world religions.
- I have lots of characters, write stories with them all the time, and know more about them than I do some of my friends and family members.
- I'm an extremely picky eater, and I can't stand having different foods touching each other on plates.
- I love the feeling of a weighted object on me. I would love a hug machine or a weighted blanket.
- I can't stand certain noises.
- I hate it when people get too close to me or if certain people touch me.
- I prefer to be alone. This is probably the reason why I am seventeen and have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend.
- I prefer to interact over the Internet.
- I get along better with adults than people my own age.
- I have a really high IQ.