What were you like as a child?

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Oh my gosh.....I was a rebel (still kinda am)
I LIKED being called weird, and asked people to call me that
I was a tomboy
I didn't care about the cold (sorta do still)
I had excess energy in amounts incomprehensible
I liked to burp
I had a lot of imagination
I loved to explore
I was friendly and nice to EVERYONE
I was competitive
I was SUPER talkative (came with the energy)

I just took a flip through the baby book my mom kept and I'm pretty much the same person I was when I was 0/1/2. All my favorite things were my favorite things from the start. Reading, "writing" as my mom put it in the book, singing, dancing, nature, art, eating at buffets.

I was told by my grandma that I was a quite baby,until I turned a certen age and then I would cry for hours for no reason at all. My grandma said that she knew that something was not right with me becuase, there was something not right with my dad. I was told that I would scream and freak out it stores and people would look at my grandma like she was hurting me or something.

good imagination
few close friends but no lesser friends
I was scared to speak or answer to my name when the register was called
I wouldnt let people touch me
Apparently as a baby I was very cuddly, allowing people to cuddle me yet never asked for a acuddle or gave anyone a cuddle, I never raised my arms to be lifted
People always said I was rude, I never felt rude
People always said I was cold and emotionless, I wasn't I just didn't let anyone know and I guess in some situations I didn't feel what others felt
I was never into the 'in' thing
I was very very honest, direct, blunt
Top of the class until I was 11

As a kid, I talked WAYYY too much and usually offered too many details. I spoke a bit like a talk show host, as in I was always asking others questions and relaying information. My favorite question was "Why?" and I was VERY stubborn and demanding. I always tried to get my way and I usually managed, by being charismatic and forceful.

Very picky eater.

My main special interests were writing, animals, the Titanic, serial killers and the Holocaust.

I liked to play with boys more than girls. I thought the stuff girls liked was really strange, yet interesting, so I attempted to fit in.

Around middle school I started getting bullied, so I retreated inward and wrote dark Slyvia Plath-influenced poetry about death.

This was me too.

Haha! I screwed with my Barbies too! I remember, when I was around 10, I was reading some books about the industrial revolution. I became fascinated with accounts of young girls' hair getting caught in machinery and tearing their scalps off. So I took my Barbie and chopped all her hair off, then I bit her legs with my teeth and drew on the bite marks with red marker. LOL. I remember showing her to my mom and explaining that the Barbie had gotten mangled in a machine. My mom was like "Uhhhh." I think that was the beginning of her serious worries about me

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I always cried when I was a baby and I was sick all the time.
My grandmother said she started teaching me to read when i was 2. I was labeled "gifted" but also "emotionally disturbed." The school wanted me to skip 2nd grade, but my grandparents didn't let me because I was born prematurely and already smaller than the other kids.
I got bullied for being one of the only black kids, having glasses and retainers but then braces. I had a speech impediment- I was just the perfect target. I was in my own world a lot (later I found out this was due to PTSD and depression) and my teachers always thought I wasn't paying attention but I was and I could repeat what they said to me.
I wasn't really violent- I was usually the one getting hit and once even dragged down the hallway by the leg by a 16 year old 8th grade boy - which all the other kids found hilarious and nobody ever tried to help me. I was basically a total loser socially.

When I was born I cried constantly. I especially cried whenever someone tried to pick me up. I threw frequent tantrums and made my parents lives a living hell. Growing up, I would lose myself in fantasy and then re-enact those fantasy elements from media. I think I spent an entire year convinced that I was a were-wolf after watching Teen Wolf.

Unfortunately I was also a horrible bully, and would take what I wanted and hurt the children around me. I also stole and destroyed property because I didn't care. I also disobeyed my parents extensively and would punish them for doing things I didn't like. For example, if I did something wrong they would threaten to ground me so I would threaten to fail my next four school exams. This behavior was incredibly self-destructive but it was all about trying to maintain control over my environment. I reacted violently to any large stimulus and had difficulty hearing multiple sounds at once. I would intentionally insult or freak people out because it was the most efficient way of making them leave me alone.

The teachers all tried their best to accommodate me and I got away with things that astound me even to this day. I was simultaneously considered gifted because some of my elementary tests were post-graduate level and also called ret*d because some of my elementary tests were kindergarten level or lower (and not because I was failing them, these were aptitude tests). Nobody really knew what ASD was at the time so they pumped me full of ritalin which only made things worse.

And yet I somehow grew into a responsible and reasonable adult against all odds.

I spent a lot of time on my own, doing my own thing. When I was very small I would get into trouble for generally "getting into things". Cooking for myself or trying to drive the car or just wandering off, that kind of thing. We moved a lot so although I started out very chatty and bossy, I quickly learned to be quiet and fly under the radar to avoid bullying. It was hard to break out of that "shyness" later.
I think generally I must have been a pretty annoying kid because I was aware at a very young age that my peers and many adults didn't like me.

I've been told I was a very happy baby and child but always followed a different path than other kids my age. I also enjoyed elementary school and the subjects were easier for me. When I got to middle school, however, is when it all changed...I had to deal with other people bullying me and I became very anxious and depressed.

I was a creepily quite baby, my mom always tells me... I guess some things never change.

And I always lived in my head, was certain it was more important than the world outside. Still do.

I don't know, really. I do know adults loved me and my peers picked on me.

Some adults liked me, but when I got older I had a few that just couldn't stand me. I remember having a music teacher that would yell at me and so I looked down and she'd grab my chin to try to force me to look her in the eye.

When we had substitutes it drove me nuts. They'd ask us to follow along with our finger when we were in 6th grade and I think that's way too old to be doing that. I'd do stuff like hold my book upside down just to get out of doing it but I felt like it was stupid.

Because I was "gifted" nobody picked up on my math learning disability until my junior year of college. I got by ok until algebra. I guess the teachers, guidance counselor, etc. never thought I had a learning disability because I always scored high on mental math and could remember things like the multiplication tables. But statistics and finite were freaking nightmares I would get upper and lowercase letters and english and greek ones mixed up because they'd be the same but all mean something different. I'd get formulas mixed up too.

Very funny!! I used to cut my Barbie doll's hair, too until my mom told me it doesn't grow back!