Ashariel wrote:
"Speak up."
"Look people in the eye."
"Smile."
"Say please."
"Say thank you."
"Say you're sorry."
"That's impolite, never do that again."
"Stop fidgeting."
"Stop babbling and repeating other people."
"Stop walking on your toes."
"Eat it and pretend to like it no matter what."
"Stop complaining."
"Stop crying."
"Be quiet and behave yourself."
"You have no reason to be sad."
"Don't let me catch you with that moping expression ever again."
I learned to "fake NT" pretty well, and wasn't diagnosed until I was 40.
With a few exceptions, this is about how I was raised. My dad was a lot like me: quiet, introverted, only really opens up around friends and family. Mom was the primary caregiver. She was (almost) always kind, caring, and understanding (if a bit of a joker). My parents are also conservative Christians, so I wasn't spared the paddle while I was growing up.
When I was diagnosed, Mom was a lot more understanding about why I acted the way I did, although I'm sure it drove her nuts that I consistently refused to do my schoolwork in high school. But she always gave me nudges in the right direction, and would point out my social mistakes so that I could work on correcting them. I got a 504 Program in high school, and she was the one who found out about the Autism Support Program I'm in now.
My parents were, however, rather strict. If left alone, I would just play video games all day, so Mom quickly put a stop to that. For most of my childhood, I didn't have a lot of video games to play, and when I did have access to them, they were frequently taken away for various behavioral reasons.
Basically, my parents knew the value of the word "no," and I think it benefited me a great deal. I would be a wreck of a person without Mom and Dad caring about me the way they did.
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"There are three things that all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man."
-Count Threpe, The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss