am i autistic or just weird?!

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where r u guys?! its only sunday here! 10:07am

Strangely enough, I didn't start the reading until I was six. Understand, I didn't start reading voraciously until this age. Until then, I pointedly ignored this, as I then thought, utterly ridiculous activity. By the next month, I was halfway through the Little House on the Prairie series. I'm such a psycho, but, for some reason, I found the experience of reading orgasmic once I got started on it. Spoken words...they've always flown over my head for some reason I cannot fathom.

do u have trouble tuning out noises others cant hear?like the clocks?

well, they started out reading to me. then they got too busy 4 me so i tought my self. i was 2.6 when they found out . they were trying to catch some of the strange thing i said on vid the i grew bored of smiling a waving and brgan reading the ingrediants in my cherrios(cereal) . the tapes funny. they all gasp and get hush hush and "is she READING the...?""oh my gooood,she IS"hehe memories. ad i look up and go "whats ta maatah mommie? is tomsing wong?"

my boy friend(whos diagnosed) does that a lot ,only hell punch me and yell"will u turn that down so i can think?!"we're not tapping ppl. we're a happy punching screaming couple. so easy. no having to worry about seeming mean. just say what u feel. but god dang i hate those vacumes!! ! why cant the come up with a silent 1 already?!?!

Griff,

I had the same sort of idea, but I figured HOW ELSE can you really STUDY, etc... Besides, the English alphabet is VERY simple, and turns out to be perhaps the simplest anywhere.

Blackcat,

OH MAN, you triggered ANOTHER set of memories. It is like I flipped some sort of switch a couple weeks ago, and some things trigger a lot of memories to come flying by!

Anyway, I used to HATE clocks! Of course, when I was growing up, clocks were VERY different! They didn't have LCD displays until after LEDs had been on the market for a while. LEDs weren't on the market until like the late 60s. Prior to that, they DID have "digital" clocks that were MECHANICAL! They had little numbers that FLIPPED. Every minute, that would annoy me. The older ones had normal escape mechanisms, and would always disturb me. I EVENTUALLY got used to it.

I had the same thing with the older flourescent ballasts. They probably didn't laminate them properly, and now do. THESE days, if I hear that noise, I casually remark to the owner that they may want to think about replacing their ballasts, as they are about to fail.

Maybe I tune things out TOO much sometimes. When the cicadas came to virginia a few years ago, I didn't really "hear" them. They congregated around a building that had a lot of airconditioning, etc... so I already expected the noise. Later, when I heard it, it was DEAFENING!

Steve

Oh, I was just dumped in a daycare until kindergarten. It was all "ABCDEFGsnorrrrrrrrre," and I just kinda picked a booger out of my nose and speculated on why it was green. The mother goose rhymes were so fun, though. "Londen Bridge is falling down! Falling down! Falling down! Londen Bridge is falling down, my fair Lady! Take the key, and lock her up! Lock her up! Lock her up! Take the key, and lock her up, my fair Lady!" Okay, at that, I was wondering why we didn't say "him" when there was a guy in there, and I was wondering if maybe they were referring to the bridge. Do female bridges lay eggs like female chickens do? They sure don't look like it. I guess everyone is just pretending to be a girl. Mmm, salty.

What is it with us aspies and metal? It's like the geek music of the universe.

I've got the funnywalking thing. I used to skip backwards and sideways everywhere I went back in high school, and I got treated like a weirdo for it. People were like "How do you keep from hitting people?" and I was unable to answer because it just seemed to me like a perfectly natural thing to do. Really, though, I've come to accept it as part of a playful disposition. Even the compulsive singing helped reel in the person I'm associated with now. I think it's unnatural not to serenade one's mate, anyway, so whatever.

Griff,

Frankly, I've NEVER been into metal music.

I am about as technical as they come! I was asked to do a thesis for high school, and I did one on CMOS! The manufacture of, theory behind, concerns of, use/purpose of CMOS(Complementary Metal Oxide Semiconductor) technology in electronics. It's a shame. 8-( I used information from like a dozen sources. ALL well known AMERICAN companies that made electronics what it is even today. I think the only one still around is motorola. 8-( They were ALL still around 28 years ago when I did that.

Steve

I've always been more wound up in the mysteries of language and human emotions. I've become a writing prodigy.

*shrugs* Something about metal just helped me on the way to becoming a well-adjusted adult.

Re. Vacuuming:

I would suggest you go outside when your mother vaccuums. You'll still be able to hear it, of course; but it should be less overwhelming. Tell her you are allergic and would prefer to stay away from the dust (which, of course, is true); and that you can't hear yourself think when the vacuum is going. I'm not sure whether you can take hot or cold temperatures, or the humidity of a summer day or a rainy day; but maybe it's a suggestion to think about.

I've managed to desensitize myself to vacuuming to some degree; it's only when I'm trying to concentrate on something that vacuums bother me nowadays... So as you grow older, you may learn to tolerate noises (and other sensory input) that bother you now.

Re. Your mom yelling at you for being weird:

She's going about it the completely wrong way, and I think we both know that. Yelling doesn't help a thing, and likely it's loud and high-pitched and makes you want to plug your ears anyway. (But don't plug your ears, because she interprets that as being rude.)

I think you really just need to get that diagnosis... if your mom understands you have an actual known condition, and aren't just trying to be difficult, and what's more, said condition confers advantages along with the weirdness... She may be more willing to work alongside you than she is now.

Start with the family doctor. Chances are you're going yearly if you go to school, since they require physicals. If you're not good at communicating with speech, write down what you think about being an Aspie--say "Asperger Syndrome or mild autism" rather than "aspie"; half of them don't know that term--and hand the note to the doctor. Check it over for mistakes when you're done; or if you like, one of us could correct your note for grammar/spelling to make it more understandable.

If the doc won't listen, or if you don't want to talk to a doc, then you can ask a teacher. Tell him/her you think you might have an explanation for why you're different, and that if you turned out to be right, knowing this could help you learn better. Actually, if you don't like your teacher, go find another teacher... maybe some of the special ed people in your school are used to AS and can identify it when they see it.

(Aspies are usually in mainstream classrooms, but we can have additional problems like dyslexia or meltdowns--temper tantrums--that put us in special ed classrooms sometimes. HFA kids go there for speech therapy; and many on the spectrum go for social skills training or separate test-taking.)

augh the incessant VACUMING!! ! must...DESTROY...vacume cleaner!! ! yelling is how she handles everything. i also walk everywhere backwards(or spinning)and it amazes my friends. they try it and wham into each other!! ! ive never talked 2 my doctor. evey question she asks i stare at my mom till sge ansers 4 me...i talk when its all over. hospitals freak me out...uh, Super toilet!"Sooooo much cloooooging!! !"