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Back in first grade we were given an assignment to carefully write down all the letters in the alphabet, capital and lower case. I didn't have a pencil (not sure why) so I did the assignment in crayon. When I presented it to the teacher she informed we that "we do not do our assignments in green crayon" and sent me back to my desk to redo it. So I did - in red crayon because I still didn't have a pencil. On presenting it she told me (with a very angry look on her face) that "we do not do our assignments in red crayon either". At which point I started to cry because I'd worked very hard, done twice as much work as the other kids, still had my work rejected and I knew, no matter what I did or how hard I worked, I would never be able to complete the assignment because I still didn't have a pencil

Here is one I remember I did when I was eight:

I was in speech therapy and I did something in class and it upset my classmate. She said in speech class what I did and our speech teacher used the rest of our therapy session talking to me about it. Then when the class was over, the kids left and I was made to stay behind at the table. My speech therapist asked me if she was happy. I looked at her face and I didn't see any tears or a frown so I assumed she must be happy then if she isn't crying or yelling or have a sad face so I said "yes." She kept asking me if she is happy and I kept saying yes. It was a matter of me learning in class when I was younger about facial expressions and I knew what a sad face looked like and I knew crying mean the person is sad and yelling means the person is angry or mad. Talk about being literal. I think this is an example of not reading people or understanding how they are feeling. I was eight so I am not this bad anymore. I think this was a indicator that led her to suspect I may have AS when I was in 5th grade.

I was washing dishes yesterday and the sink was draining slowly. There was a mix of animal fats and oils in the dirty water, along with a mix of floating food particles and the sink stopped draining. I cleared the drain with my fingers but it was still slow, so I stirred the water in the sink--past experience has shown that a rotating mass of water drains faster in this situation. As usual this worked and the whole mess began to drain (I know that I will have to go into the basement and snake that line to really improve the problem, but that's another story!)

I noticed the moment the circulation changed from the momentum had imparted to it to the forces coming from the draining action itself. The streaks and particles were contrasting and it made me think about spiral galaxies and then stellar formation and the interesting new exoplanet or brown dwarf binary HD 106906 b. And I spent the next 15 minutes just watching the sink drain.

The way small and large particles interacted and small vortices spun off the main rotation was... mesmerizing. Lovely. Beautiful.

I watched it all the way to the end and felt so happy and my wife came in and asked why I was smiling and I tried to explain, but it came out sounding very stupid.

I was 10 and playing with a younger girl when she pointed at the wall, where someone had written in chalk: “I was here”. She asked me what I thought of it. I said I thought it was lame when people wrote that. She pouted and said: “I wrote that.”
I felt a little dumb and knew I should patch things up but I was also my stubborn self and said what I meant: “You’re lame then!”
(I didn’t really mean that she was lame, just that it was a lame thing to do.)


I was 12 and my father had dragged me to (yawn) a bingo. He bought me a ticket or round or whatever it’s called. The next round he said I had to buy it myself, which I found very unfair since I didn’t even wish to be there. It cost 10 NOK, which was plenty back then, especially for a child. I won the second price, a basket with a bottle of squash, a small chocolate and a packet of coffee. I didn’t need the coffee (I knew my father wouldn’t mind the coffee, and I felt oppositional because I had wasted money in a place I didn’t wanna be in the first place), so I went up to the first table I saw, smiled sweetly and tried to sound younger than I was when I asked the man there if he wanted to buy the coffee. He asked me how much I wanted. “10 NOK,” I said (which was 3 NOK more than if he was to buy it in a shop). He picked up some coins and handed me. I started counting them when my father told me to come along and leave. “But I have to count...”
“It’s the correct amount!”
“You don’t know that!”
At this point I was almost dragged out, lol. Well, if he had just bought me that second ticket he could have spared himself the embarrassment.

OP here. Love that this thread is still going, and I have to say that I'm enjoying reading all of your aspie moments! I think it's good to be able to look back and laugh at yourself instead of seeing past experiences/faux pases negatively.

Keep them coming while I think of some more of my own

When I was on honeymoon with my husband, I argued with the ticketman who I believed was making a mistake in charging us less for our baggage, when the sign nearby explicitly stated the rules. My new husband was livid but held it together for his new wife.

On same honeymoon, new husband looked on perplexed and annoyed while I rearranged and alphabetized the entire rack of DVDs in the hotel lobby.

On the first day of New Student Orientation, a professor asked us all in turn where we were from. I'm from a town that's @1500 miles from here. The prof asked me how I got here. I answered, "I drove."

Go ahead, ask me another one.

My classic aspie moments will be either;

End up being literal. Especially when someone is talking about innuendos (Which I did not realized until I loudly asked) and people sends me stares or laughs at it. If they tried to answer, they give me a vague answer. More literal moments sometimes which made me laugh out loud... Visuals works too.

Sometimes some classmate of mine is hitting on me which I do not realized until some girl asked me "Are you a flirt?" or "Why are you so hard to get?" and more things I missed out. I end up scratching heads.
Though, I have no plans going into relationships.

Chores. I don't do them because no one is telling me what to do nor how to.

Not knowing how to answer "How are you?" ends up answering "I'm alive" "I'm breathing" if not I end up replying the question into some detailed stuffs that I went through that day.

For some reason, I can't say "Please" "Thank you" when needed. I end up walking away.

Half the time, my mom kept reminding about the tone of my voice...
Backing myself off from talking in general.

When worried, I end up researching regarding to whatever that is.

Perhaps many more...

In my highschool biology class, we were studying viruses and contagions. My teacher said "tomorrows test will involve you being injected with something and you have to figure out what it is based on the symptoms."
I obviously didn't realize he was joking and for the rest of the day, until I realized it must have been a joke, I seriously contemplated skipping school the next day!


Another one was when I was watching Iron Man with friends and the scene where the reporter woke up, MOSTLY NAKED, in Stark's room. I saw that there was a telescope in the room.

Me: Hey, that's a Celestron CPC series telescope! Looks like an 800 or a 925!
Friend: You're looking at the telescope!?
Me: What? Why not? I'd love to have one of those!
Friend:


One time when I was around 15, my mom asked me to call my aunt and unkles house to ask about something. I really hate talking on the phone so as it was ringing, I was trying to make sure I had what I was gonna say ready to go in my head.

Uncle picks up: Hello.
Me: Hi Uncle Mark, it's Aunt Cheryl.....

I was in class and we each had to do a presentation on something and I picked video games and we all had to write it all down on our note cards what we were going to say. My turn came and I kept moving my body at the podium instead of standing still and I got that criticism and a lower grade for it.

Here's a good story.

I can't remember this at all, but my mom has told me about this on a number of occasions.

Apparantly, when I was a young child, must've been about two, or three, my mother took me with to a hairdresser, to get her hair cut.
There was apparantly this thrift shop next door, owned by an old lady, and an old man. with a Winnie The Pooh bear in a cot, apparantly my mother told me, she couldn't afford it at that time, and apparantly as she was paying for her haircut, I ran off, into the thrift shop, stole the winnie the pooh bear, and ran out, well aparantly, I was told there was chaos afterwards, apparantly I took off down the road, running as fast as I can, with this old lady, possibly in her early 80s, or late 70s, and this old man, possibly around the same age, running as fast as they could after me. My mother returned the bear, I can't remember what happened afterwards, but apparantly, she went back to get it for me, but apparantly somebody else had bought it.

Thank god I can't recall this, otherwise I would still be super embarrased, and ashamed of myself, to this day.