What were you like as a child?

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Same. I also used to color their hair with markers (sharpies preferably) and draw on their faces. My dolls/barbies (and my little sister's) went through a lot of pain.

Ha ha that's funny!

Thanks!

I've been told by my mum that I was very...difficult.
I hated games, going out and speaking to people.

My mom says I was always different from other children. I was very intense, shy and like a little adult.

I had no theory of mind, maybe a little I realize but not a lot. I didn't understand feelings or why kids get upset and I teased and I liked provoking people. I always wanted to see reactions. I was also hyper and had a hard time controlling it, I was also an attention seeker. I was also self centered and acted selfish. I also had rituals I had to do and preferred things to be the same. Everything also had to be my way and I didn't understand everyone had different opinions. I also had obsessions and spend lot of time with it such as my barbies and my mom said time outs didn't work for me or sending me to my room until she started to take away my Barbies.

I also didn't really test rules and when I did it was to see what was acceptable and what wasn't and see if the rules were still a same. I also never really did the sort of thing where kids go to their other parent knowing they will say yes or allow them to do it such as asking for a candy bar or a toy or to watch a TV show their mother didn't allow them to watch.

I also never really asked to go to places, my brothers did.

I was also a quiet baby my parents say but I loved to tease.


But other than that I was also a normal kid.

i couldn't remember which hand was left and which was right. i would have to do a "test" to figure it out a lot at school and if i had to write. i would write a word with each hand, and i knew that the one that looked better (although i had horrible handwriting either way), that was my right hand. i was gifted, so even though the school psychologist had picked me out as being not quite right in first grade, i just kept winning those spelling bees and science fairs, etc, so nobody noticed the social problems or the vicious bullying. nobody noticed until years after my younger brother was diagnosed, but i had Tourettes. still do. i pretty much just tried not to draw attention to myself as much as possible other than school in those days. i stuck out like a sore thumb.

I never had a larger-than-normal head size. My head is actually small! I think that is more common in lower-functioning autistics than those with Aspergers. I also walked pretty early and I read delays in walking, crawling, or sitting up is common in those with ASD. My fine motor skills were pretty delayed, though. To this day, my handwriting is still awful!

Also, at birth, my weight was 8 pounds, 7 ounces and my sister's was 8 pounds, 10 ounces and she's NT!

My mom says she had all of her kids tested for retardation.
But I don't really remember.

All I know is, I had to repeat kindergarten because I wasn't 'social' enough.
Thing is I tried to be social, I just wasn't very good at it.

That's actually why I was able to convince my mom to consider that I have Aspergers, by bringing up the kindergarten thing.

I don't really know much beyond that.

Oh, and my mom kept me pretty much attached to her hip throughout my childhood, so I became a bit of a Mama's girl.

My best-friends were usually boys when I was a kid.
The kid down the street, my two 'boyfriends' in my second year of kindergarten, my obsession with my brother.
Girls just seemed boring to me.
I liked to pretend to play house with them, but I grew bored quickly.
I preferred to play Robin Hood or something. But the boys always made me be Maid Marion.

Very quiet child. Behaviour problems like biting people until about 4 years. Periods of being unable to speak from the age of about 10 shortly followed by anorexia and self-harm.

I was always very articulate as a child. My mom told me that when the daycare workers needed to talk to an adult they would find me. I think I was always very aware as a child, which is in part credit to my mom but I for the most part knew what was going on around me more than the other kids. There were things my parents had to deal with like how I would run away in stores. Not like I was trying to get away I just had stuff to see. My mom was actually yelled at by an old lady for losing me in a store. Then there were the autism problems. I wouldn't eat certain foods and freaked out about the ways clothes would fit. In first grade right as we were getting ready to leave for school I would tear my clothes off and freak out that my underwear didnt fit. This happened everyday. There were other times when I freaked about socks not folding right on my ankle.

I didn't fit in with kids my age I wasnt really more mature than them but the way I acted didnt line up with how they acted. I did move twice before 2 grade so that had something to do with it. But I just never fit in. That has not really changed.

I was a quiet baby. I was a stubborn child at times, but I was also polite when I thought I had to be. I was nice and tried to help people even if I didn't know how to. I was clumsy and would throw fits at parties because I was overwhelmed. I was talkative and tended to talk about things when the person I was talking to wanted to change the subject. I did that because I was still interested in it and didn't notice that they weren't. I could be so patient that it was actually scary sometimes

I was also a quiet baby, but my father tells me that it would take me forever to go to sleep, unless he drove me around in the Car. I still fall asleep very easily in Cars as an adult.

I loved my stuffed animals and toys, and would have tea parties with them in my playpen. I loved Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Tank Engine. I also had this video of The Velveteen Rabbit that had Meryl Streep's narration of the story with pianist George Winston playing in the background. I had a copy of the book and would sit down and "read" the story aloud, with a pretend Meryl Streep accent. xD I had the story memorized, you see. Meryl Streep's voice was one of my favorite voices, so gentle yet firm, and soothing and full of emotion...I also liked Sterling Holloway's voice for the same reason. The way things sounded was very important to me.

I was also very anxious as a child, about being left at school, and about thunderstorms and being left alone at night. I always wanted my door left open when I went to bed, and all the upstairs lights being turned off before I fell asleep scared me. I actually had this little mantra of all the things I would ask my parents to do so I would feel safer at night, but sometimes my parents (especially my mom) would walk out of the room as I was going down the list, so I actually developed a way of saying the whole thing very fast so they still knew what to do and wouldn't feel like I was keeping them.

Things went downhill when my parents got their divorce. I became even more fearful and anxious and even developed some OCD. I still needed stuffed animals with me to feel safe, and I couldn't bear the chaotic atmosphere of my preschool to the point where I just ran out of the building one day and into the parking lot. I was going to stay there until either one of my parents came to get me. One of the teachers found me there, and my parents decided that a therapeutic school was a better choice for me....and it was.

I also didn't have very many friends as a kid....other kids were often either mean to me, too rough, too loud, or would act like they "owned" me (you know, the whole, "she's OUR friend, and you can't play with her!" kinda thing). Probably one of the only real friends I had in my earliest school days was this sweet, quiet little boy who had cerebral palsy. I remember once when all us kids were coming in from outside play, and I saw the little boy with CP on his back on the floor in a corner of the room, surrounded by school staff. They appeared to be stretching or pulling at his legs, and he was crying in pain and asking them to not do it. I was alarmed by this, and hated to see anyone cry, so I went over and asked my preschool teacher, "What's the matter; why's Mark crying? Did he fall down outside?" To which my teacher replied, "You mind your own business." This was actually a common refrain in my early school days...it also seemed to foster a very disturbing every - man - for - himself mentality in the classroom that frightened me.

I didn't realize until many years later that they were doing physical therapy with Mark for his CP, and that it hurt, and that's why he was crying.

Anyway, yeah, that's what I was like as a child....I might add more to this as I remember it and have more time.

What was I like as a child? I was rather typical, really. I conformed much more better than I do now; I was more interested in things what other kids were interested in at the time, like Sonic the Hedgehog and Pokemon, and I also kept up with the latest crazes, like tamigouchis, yoyos, beenie babies, Pokemon cards, and so on. (Yes, yoyos have always been about but then became a big craze at one point, where every child in the class brought one into school).

It's a shame there were a few ''Aspie moments'' I had throughout my childhood I can remember, like having temper tantrums at a later age, not really having any true friends at school, and being incredibly shy (more shyer than other shy children). Although I remember getting a little embarrassed about some things, there were still lots of times where I wasn't aware of my actions, and I used to over-play things and get a bit carried away with my imagination. I know it's normal for children to play and have an imagination, but I kind of did some really weird movements when playing, and often I looked like I was having some sort of seizure, and I've even been told that other children laughed at me sometimes in the playground because I just got carried away.

I was even more typical as a baby. My differences didn't reveal until I started school at 4 years old. As a baby (my mum said) I wasn't too loud or too quiet, I was just medium.

as far as I know, I was a relatively quiet kid overall minus the tantrums I threw (until I was at least 7 when I became more talkative). However, one peculiarity I had was that i was an extreme night owl (and still am). Like I'd be running around the living room at 4am.

I remember as a kid going around with my big wheel and my big wheel had a hole in the main stem of it (because it wasn't originally mine and probably had some kind of doo-dad that hung in that place) and I used to like to throw rocks into that hole. My mom called it my "rock collector" and said that she and dad had to pick it up and drain all of the rocks out of it at the end of the day.

Like some of you I started reading early. I don't remember anyone teaching me. I've liked books for as long as I can remember. I'm the only person in my immediately family that reads. I was and still am a little obsessive over the condition of my books. All my books were treated like precious treasures. I got very angry and threw tantrums when they were damaged in anyway. It extended to my school books.

I called my kindergarten teacher stupid. She implied that I couldn't read. When I read a passage from a novel out loud, she asked me what a particularly difficult word meant. I responded with "Why don't you know? Then look for it in the dictionary." But she insisted so I asked if she was stupid.

I was picky with food and anything that touched or rubbed against my skin. I brought the same type of socks and underwear for years. Natural fibres. If I felt uncomfortable I was irritable, frustrated and threw tantrums until the problem was removed. If my hands felt sticky or dirty I freaked out. My Mum told me that when I was about 6 months old I spat every single brand and mix of baby formula in her face. That was because the milk based formula was making me sick and they didn't realise. But no matter what she did, how hard she tried I would spit it out.

I only remember getting violent once. A teacher forced me to sit next to a "naughty boy" who kept bumping me when I was writing. I tried everything to get him to stop, when nothing worked I stabbed him in the arm with a pencil. I don't remember getting in trouble for it.

I clued in on the workings of school quickly. The naughty kids got more rewards to try and influence them to continue good behaviours.

I thought that catch and kiss was the dumbest game in the entire world. I flat out refused to play.

I was also a little adult.

My brother was very sick as an infant. He was in intensive care for a long time. I was told that it was my job to protect him because I was his big sister. A job I took very seriously, to the point of being pedantic about it. I guarded him like the most fierce guard dog. Slapping people whose hands were considered too dirty, if they dared touch him.

I also played imaginary games alone. Usually ones about great Detectives and Witches and Princesses who carried swords. I've still got imaginary worlds that I retreat to when I feel unsafe.

If things weren't done perfectly they got destroyed and I'd start again and again. However many times it took to achieve what I considered the perfect result. I was about quality over quantity.

Oh and I also wanted to be Sherlock Holmes who was a famous ballerina or the Wicked Witch of the West because I wanted my own army of flying monkeys.

I was also probably Nirvana's youngest fan. I cried when Kurt Cobain died because I knew all the words to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and sung along loudly whenever the song was on the radio.