how was your childhood?

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not worth going back to..not even to remeber for the curisty of others

There was never a dull moment, I always had ways to make things interesting
Over all it's been relativly good, I have had stick off others at school but also plenty of friends.
In infants school I was really wacky and eccentric and I always got into trouble with the headteacher, at least it wasn't boring

shaz well the first part of school was then goin to special school to get diagnosis was bad then went to a good school

It would depend on the year of my childhood. Up to eight was extremely good. I was very popular, had a lot of friends, had all the best toys, and everyone just wanted to be around me. But after that, things went downhill. Fast.

There was a lot of alcoholism and some chaos. As a child, it wasn't uncommon to find strangers asleep on the couch or in the kitchen fixing something to eat. It almost felt like a hippy commune and that's exactly what my mom was like. I think she was very coedependent while my dad did the drinking.

Some days were very fun especially with my mom. She'd had a lot of awesome ideas. Sometimes she'd take us outside to make beaded bracelets and necklaces and then some flower wreaths made from our own flower beds. I remember feeling sorry for the flowers once they were picked lol.

My dad would sit outside and play his guitar and sing, he was excellent on it. I remember how he'd teach me to play the guitar usually it'd be simple Bob Dylan song. But the chords and the guitar was too big for me to hold. It was as if he expected us to play the guitar casually like himself. That was about the only time I felt like I was treated as an adult rather than a kid by him.

The bad times were always revolved around drunk escapades and arguements over finances. We lived with our grandparents and usually I'd try to sneak out to my grandparents place whenever the fights got so loud. It was not a very comfortable time for me among other things like having trouble in school. I didn't know what was wrong with me and neither did my parents. It wasn't until I was an adult till I was ever diagnosed with ASD.

Everyone thought there was something wrong with me except for my parents...(including myself)

Loneliness, fear and abuse came to mind.

@BellaDonna - I could have written your posts here word by word.

I have a cheerful childhood. I played with my toys and
dedicated myself to my creative interests. I had few friends
in school but I found that it was difficult for me to fit in
any group.

Mine was absolutly brutal... It was okay till grade 6, then got horrible till grade 9, then it got better for 3 years, grade 12 was hell till my one conflict, then it was beautiful. After that things are finally going well. Before grade 6 was very mixed good and bad. I have had family issues my whole life because of my idiot mother, now that she is gone and my dad is married to my step mother who is absolutly amazing, things are better, but my mom still creates turbulance whenever she can.

Lots of extreme emotions. Lots of meltdowns and lots of happiness and lots of misunderstandings.

Horrendous, would not wish on anyone.... but the past is the past and now I have found my aspie

Blank. Allmost nothing untill about now. I have about 20 short memorys, mayby I can bring it up to 50 if I try, but that's never worth it. It's not anything you want to remeber anyway. About 1/5 is a happy one. But I wouldn't add anything new to the list.

It would have been interesting to make this thread a poll.

Half of it was good, the other half alternated between not so good and f*****g awful

my childhood was so long it lasted until adulthood.
there is no real difference between them so it was a seamless passage.

I felt that I had to walk on eggshells when it came to my special interests. I had to keep my mouth shut about them. I was always chastised for talking about them. It made me feel like a freak. That feeling came back three years ago, when I've developed, "Oh no! Not another special interest!"

I've also felt like a stranger in a strange land. My parents didn't like my Cockney accent for a while, because I didn't sound like the local kids in my Canadian city. I wanted to run away, and secretly board a plane that was taking flight to London, England and never come back to Canada, again.

That pretty much sums up my childhood, in a nutshell.