Did anyone else ever have an incident like this as a child?

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Once in kindergarten when a veterinarian was visiting and we were talking about cats I thought it would be useful to tell everyone the noise a cat makes when you pull its tail. Of course everyone laughed and I got yelled at.

Also I changed my grades on my papers twice and got yelled at for it in front of the whole class each time. Only the teacher didn't mention my name, so I figured it was someone else. Could not even realize I was the one cheating.

That made my day, TY!

I was the same way but you reminded me of something I always found odd about myself when I was a baby, I'll go post it now...

How interesting. I've enjoyed reading your memories.

My own story also involves an incident from Kindergarten. Come to think of it, this was the most trouble I ever got into while in school (what I got caught for, anyhow). Keep in mind that at the time, I was attending a small, affluent, christian private school.

There was a girl in my class that I liked a lot. I did all sorts of cute little-kid-affection things that probably embarrassed her horribly. I was highly fixated on her. Perhaps a bit over the top for a 6-year-old, but I thought she was the love of my life. Anyways, one day at recess, I saw the "bad" kid in class messing with this girl; following her around and calling her names. Well.... that crossed the line with me. I raced to her rescue.

I came up behind this boy when he wasn't looking and smacked him as hard as I could upside the head. He fell to the ground, stunned; and proceeded to lay there like he was half-conscious. I still remember the large hand-shaped red mark that I left on his face. Everyone on the playground froze. They were completely shocked. Many had probably never seen physical violence like that in front of them. The teachers were equally taken-aback. After they kind of realized what happened, two of the flighty middle-aged women rushed in and, not sure exactly what to do, isolated me and started babbling nervously at me. One line stands out in my mind. They said, "Why did you do that? We don't hit our friends!!" ... To which I immediately responded, "Well, he wasn't my friend!!".

The rest of that day consisted of parents being called and principal's office and all that stuff. My memories blur out after that. But I do remember, that kid stayed the hell away from me and that girl for the rest of the year.

good times....

ok one incident i remember was when i got mad someone and said im not going to play whith u well he tryed to attack behind me ,but unfortunally i but my fingers like ---< and he runned straigth to em that kid hated me rest of time XD

I was hyperactive in 2nd grade and used to stalk girls and hug/kiss them and call them my girlfriends....needless to say I didn't make many friends in those days and spent much of my recess time pacing around the playground fantasizing about blob-like creatures laying eggs in the woodchips...

I was very hyperactive at both pre-school and school.
I remember one time when my mum had dropped me off at pre-school being chased around the hall by the teacher who was trying to get me to take my coat off but I wanted to keep it on. It took her a good while to catch me and remove my coat, which then resulted in my being upset and having my coat back anyway

When I got to infants school my mum was always being called to come and pick me up early as I was too much for the teachers to cope with. I spent many a time in the head mistresses office with sweets and a hot drink. I was never in any trouble as such, they just couldnt cope for some reason. They always told my mum they knew they had me lol

I got in trouble once in kindergarten for square dancing in class. We had been square dancing in gym, and later during class this girl was walking around asking people if they wanted to square dance, and I was the only one who said yes. So naturally we got in trouble and had to sit under the piano bench while the teacher gave us a talking to. That's not an NLD story, but rather a "kids do weird things" story. I don't know what we were thinking- square dancing in the middle of class?!

Also, one time in kindergarten I took some toys home from the classroom to play with because I liked them. I didn't know I was doing anything wrong. When my mom saw me playing with them, she got very angry and made me feel ashamed and embarrassed for "stealing," even though I hadn't realized that was what I was doing. I was very embarrassed the next day when I brought the toys back to my teacher.

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Interesting memoirs! My own experience was almost 50 years ago!

Perhaps like others here, it was a mixture of misinterpretation and confusion. Too many students in one class--especially kindergarten. I think there were 60 kids, and two teachers! Space was at a premium, and two shifts per day (120 little beggars in six hours) must have frazzled those two women.

At any rate, the severely challenged kids were rooted out early, leaving the marginalized. I think I was the only one in the morning class, and singled out by the others. (Interesting how such little ones figure out which one does not belong!).

I just remember daydreaming and not playing on cue, and having a difficult time switching from one activity to another. Some activities were more pleasant than others, and I would try to extend this infrequent happiness and was chastised for it. I did not play well with others as the whole thing was just too confusing. This only got worse as I got older.

Such is the beginning of aspie self-awareness.

i am having toruble remembering specific incidents, but I was always getting in trouble in my first grade class for mysterious reasons and I had no idea what I was doing wrong..and not knowing made the teacher who was constantly punishing em seem like a monster.
i was always doing things that I didn't know were against the rules...and incorrectly following instructions....but I can't recall any clear specific incidents..mostly really just the punishments.

Here's another story about coloring: In kindergarten we were given a coloring worksheet with hidden pictures. The instructions were to "color the cats orange, color the dogs brown, then color the rest of the picture". So I did, and then I brought it up to the teacher. She said, "But you colored everything else brown!" Well, there were trees in the picture! Trees are brown!

This happened in fourth or fifth grade, when I was in band. The kid next to me had forgotten his sheet music, so he "borrowed" mine, and then I got in trouble for not having the music! I don't actually remember this incident, so I don't know how that kid finagled this, but I suspect Aspie gullibility at work. (And then I was apparently too dumb to defend myself.)

Then, in sixth grade, I actually got detention for sitting quietly in the classroom. Officially, if the teacher was not in the room, we were supposed to wait in the hallway. But obviously this was silly, because the hallways were crowded enough without people loitering in doorways. So I went in and sat at my desk and did work. And was rewarded with two days of detention. I'm still mad about this.

Also in kindergarten, we had a worksheet where we had to illustrate various spelling words. For the word "gas" I put down my crayons, and carefully made a scribbly ellipse by pressing really hard with my pencil. It was a puddle of gasoline, like you see on the road sometimes. It was in proper perspective, the pencil graphite was shiny like gas, and the scribblly texture indicated that it was not a static puddle - it was irregular and moved a bit.

When I got my paper back, I had an X next to that illustration with the comment "Don't Scribble!"

I didn't have the skills to stick up for myself then.

I was never really social, but in the 3rd grade, I felt really comfortable in class and enjoyed talking. Our class was very social. When the teacher would ask a question, a million hands went up and everyone would preface their answer with, "I have 3 things to say: First...." It would take a while to get to the answer the teacher wanted. I never got that she was growing increasingly annoyed. This went on for many days.
So one day, she again asked a question, and I raised my hand. Like everyone else, I had a lot to say, and wanted to be able to say it, so I started with the usual (and until then acceptable) custom of saying, "I know the answer, but first I have 2 things to say..."
The teacher blew up at me. Her face turned red and she literally screamed that I can no longer do that. She said a lot of things---that it was stupid and driving her crazy. I was so embarrassed---and why did she have to choose me to scream at? It scared the be-Jesus out of me. After that, I had a phobia about going to school.
I skipped most all of the 4th grade and about 1/2 of the 5th. My social phobia got worse and worse. By the 6th grade, I was going to school regularly again, but became more of an odd-ball the older I got. I don't blame this one incident for it, but it really was a defining incident for me. I realized I didn't much like adults and that some adults--maybe most adults-- didn't really like kids.

Yeah, I´m afraid that was kind of like me too. When I was a girl, I was ultra- "rule bound"; I followed the rules to the letter, and rarely got in trouble. When I did get in trouble, it was always due to some misunderstanding; i.e., I didn´t realize I was being "bad", nor was I intending to be that way, unlike other kids who do things intentionally. When I actually did get in trouble, I usually had no idea why (and was often horrified that someone thought I was "bad"). For this reason, I don´t remember much about what I did specifically, because I usually never figured out what I had done wrong!

I only remember one incident, in Elementary School, where I kept running in the hall, and then jumping up and trying to touch the top of the doorway. I did this over and over again. I had no idea it was against the rules, because I had seen some boys do it the day before. Well, a teacher came and took me to the principle´s office. I asked her why, and she told me what I was doing was against the rules. I was so horrified, I sat waiting outside the principal´s office, crying, for about 15 minutes. Eventually, I guess the school personnel decided this was enough of a punishment, so they said I could leave (without ever actually seeing the principal).

Yeah, I guess I was a boring kid...

However, that has changed-

I remember another incident.

Some children in my class were drawing inappropriate drawings of some sort, so the teacher calls me up and tells me to walk them down to the principals office. So I do so. But I was never told to go back to the classroom, so I was with them and I got yelled at and in trouble for something I didn't do.

One day in primary school, my teacher was in a bad mood because some of the kids had been 'misbehaving'. So, she told everyone to stay in their seats, and not to speak or put up our hands for any reason. Unfortunately, i really really needed to go to the bathroom. The combination of orders (no speaking or moving) meant that i had no way to let the teacher know aout the urgency of the situation. Knowing that i would get yelled at if i tried to speak, i peed my pants, big time, while sitting in my chair.