Anyone NOT a "little professor" when you were a kid?

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I got called things like "little professor" as an older kid because I had a good vocabulary and reading skill for my age, and collected facts about different things that interested me. My brother was more of a "little professor" than me though, and was always better at a lot more than I was and got recognized as one a lot more. I wasn't good at math or strategy games or anything useful.

For some reason I did well socially at school up until being a teenager.
We were all obsessed with star wars and video games, so its as if we all had collective HFA...the boys of course.

I was the little artist. That was my special interest.
My son, however, may be a little professor. He's incredibly smart and a great memory. But, he's still quite young. It will be interesting to see how he develops.

I was a little professor, and it didn't make me any friends. There was a situation (some might not think this relevant) when parents were invited to observe our class in school. The teacher was demonstrating a new teaching approach for more "advanced" arithmetic and it seemed to me that the other kids were confused by the new approach and I told her. She promptly marched me to the Vice Principal's office who suspended me for two weeks. Bear in mind that this type of suspension was usually used for an infraction such as bringing a knife to school.

Throughout elementary and high school I consistently got the highest grades except in situations that emphasized one's work ethic such as term projects but was always being punished for failing to fit in.

I forgot to mention, I had a fascination with teddy bears.

I was very curious and asked a lot of questions about things. I also had a big vocabulary from a very young age.

I was very unpopular because I had to "show off" that I "knew all the answers."

I usually did, actually.

But, in essence, all this was rather narrow and pretty useless, since I had no critical thinking skills at all. I just digested what I read without forming too much of an opinion.

As a kid I often wanted to mess about and be silly, and would avoid doing intelligent things, except drawing because I liked drawing and colouring (although my drawings weren't that good, I just did it for fun). I remember my NT cousin got out an encyclopedia and wanted to look through it, and I started crying because I wanted to go outside and play on our bikes and not look at "some boring book" (the exact words I used). I was about 10 I think, or around that age.

I wasn't really into reading when I was a kid. I was behind on my reading anyway, and then I stuck to books that were aimed at younger ages. But I wasn't the sort of kid to curl up with a good book and read for hours. I preferred playing with toys, or imaginative games, and with other children. I even hated being alone.

God knows how I got a diagnosis.

I was a pretty silly kid myself. I didn't take myself too seriously. But I was the type to want to talk about my own interests constantly, without listening to anybody else.

I did like to read----and I read for hours, especially encyclopedias. I used to, very frequently, stay up to like 3 in the morning on a school night just reading encyclopedias. And I didn't even do my homework!

I was outperforming future scholarship level boys up until I got mumps when I was 9. It went downhill from then onwards.I don't recall being a 'little professor',but my autobiographical memory is far from good. Found out decades later my pre teen IQ was around the 150 mark. My father then said '147'. Tests created and/or normed by a psychometrician over the last couple of years back that up.

Sorry.

When I was eight I was the poster child for Hans Asperger by being the stereotypical 'little professor'. Knew all of the planets in the solar system, and their sizes, and characteristics, but couldnt ride a two wheel bike.

I'm still a little professor.

While I get a very conflicting reaction in diagnosis (both making the diagnosis making sense and not making sense)...

The not making sense part is born from sheer ignorance that being autistic means that stereotypical nonverbal nonfunctioning utterly impulsive dependent helpless being who shouldn't even be able to feed themselves let alone graduate at school.
The part of me that had gradually accepted Aspergers and rode leaning towards the supremacists side.

The making sense part is born from sheer social aspects that I've already accepted to begin with.
Paradoxically, this part of me is wondering why particularly Aspergers and not specifically Autism?

Both for the same reasons as the original post -- for not being a stereotypical 'little professor'.


In retrospect, it seems I understand which aspects I truly value more and which isn't.
Obviously I don't value the social aspects as any asocial person would, yet do value functioning aspects that is to do with independence and reliability.

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i never talked untill i was 8 so nah wasnt little professor

despite being quite severely autistic as a young kid i didnt get diagnosed until 12 because i never ever had meltdowns or tantrums never ever made a sound except crying when hurt but that was it and also i was often smiling and waving and stuff so they couldnt quite decipher what i was supposed to be

yes im a very interesting sort of autistic