Whats your most recent ASD moment?

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I was flapping my right arm just now.

Bad news: The woman that used to cut my hair now does something else for a living. No warning for me (unless she told me last time and I forgot), just the surprise when I went in to see if she was working today, so that I could get a haircut after discovering that the pool at which I wanted to get a summer membership is closed all season.

Near panic... but I was able to play it cool. Egad! I must've looked a bit weird as I stared about, nervously waiting for the woman who would cut my hair today.

Good news: She'd cut my hair once before, and it turns out she's a master stylist, so she knows her stuff. She also was able to text the other one to let her know how I'm doing and to express my well wishes in her new career. (The first one is the one I'd mentioned in my blog as having been so supportive when I spilled about my trials and tribulations during my assessment process.)

Old cost of getting my hair cut: $15 ($12 for the cut, $3 for the tip, because the cut was so good and because it made handling the change easier, so I don't get confused.)

New cost: $20 ($15 for the master stylist cut, $5 for the tip, same reasons as above, plus I was startled to have been handed a five in change and was already too befuddled to think about what I was doing, and because this one likes her job and plans to stay.)

Is it worth it? Yes, I prefer not to be traumatized whenever I need a trim.

Afterwards, I came home and debriefed with my girlfriend, which helped.

Side note: I'm glad I finally let the old stylist put stuff in my hair the last time. She'd always wanted to, and I'd always said no before. But she got her wish on that last occasion, which I know made her happy.

almost went hulk in the subway station. hundreds of people swarming around with me caught in the middle

Well...that was awkward. I continued on with a line of conversation while the others I was conversing with were switching topics. I was basically left talking to myself. Clearly I missed some sort of social cue there...

I guess I would consider this an aspie moment.

I've recently been getting into 3D modelling, and was put off using a particular program called Blender, because many people claimed it was too confusing to work with the very full interface.

nevertheless, I found it an amazing tool to work with and have since memorized about 50 helpful short-cuts in less than a day. I also followed some tutorials, but couldn't concentrate on them so have just done things my way.

I've been making a lot of custom meshes for my Sims 2 game, I love it.

Another moment which happens each morning, since I buy a lot of computer games. I watch Mum out the window every time she goes and checks the mail box. I often wait hours for her to check the mail, even though any normal person would just go out and check it themselves.

Today I was in the swimming pool behind my parents' apartment building. I was near the edge of the pool when the lifeguard, from her stand roughly five feet up from the ground called to me, "Miss?"

I looked up at her, and she said, "Could you get me that water bottle by you?"

I think I said, "Sure," and I picked up the water bottle. She reached down for it from her stand, her hand still several feet from where I was. I reached my arm up as high as it would go from where I was, but I saw (as I pretty much already knew), that I didn't come even remotely close to reaching.

Confused and flustered, I asked, "Um, how am I supposed to get it to you?"

She looked at me like I'd just sprouted three additional heads, or had perhaps asked the 42nd dumbest question in the history of Life, the Universe and Everything. She told me, in a tone that suggested that it was the most obvious course of action ever, "Just throw it."

This was problematic for me, as I've never managed to learn to throw or catch, just as I've never managed to learn to ride a bike, operate a can opener, knit, sew, cut on a straight line, or tie shoelaces the normal way. Thanks to years of summer camp, I am a reasonably functional swimmer. Thanks to my education and the field I'm in, I know very well that throwing and catching a ball is a skill that's normally learned in preschool. I'm thirty-one years old, and I still can't do it.

I tried anyway, in spite of my inability coupled with how flustered I was at being put on the spot. Naturally, it landed on the ground, a few feet from where I was at the edge of the pool, then it rolled under her lifeguard stand.

I apologized, looking at the water bottle on the ground instead of at her. At that point, the lifeguard seemed to have that "a-ha" moment I've seen far too many times -- the moment when she realized she was dealing with a speshul snowflake, and gave up on me as a lost cause. She shook her head in resignation, then said, "It's okay, just leave it."

I suppose that would most accurately be described as an ASD/ dyspraxia moment, as those two factors conspired to bring me this spectacular moment of humiliation.

I was moving with some friends through a large thick crowd where there were lots of different noises (talking, piano, etc) from all different directions, and the pass of people going one way on one side of me and the opposite way on the other side of me combined with all the different sounds wigged me out. To keep going, I had to put my fingers in my ears and walk with my head down. I noticed at least one guy looking at me funny, but I figured he'd look at me even more funny if I had a meltdown instead.

Misunderstanding a thread at Babycenter and then realizing it wasn't one of those fun threads that is a spin off from You're a Redneck if..." so I make a post saying I misunderstood the thread and saying stuff I said in my other post was made up and some women got offended.

OuterBoroughGirl, I really, really feel your pain. I've had embarrassing "throwing" moments of my own. And I can do it some of the time, plus do things like archery, and I look very boyish, so people's expectations for me are higher. It makes it really suck when my awkwardness shows.


This morning, I'm finally packing for an SCA event that I was supposed to spend all week preparing for. It's not a problem, because my part of the prep is so small that I can do it today, while my girlfriend's at work. But I'd intended to do it in parts, so I wouldn't have to feel crunched. I couldn't wrap my brain around it, though, because too much other stuff has been crowding my brain week-long, even though nothing is taking all day on any given day. I just feel overwhelmed all week and can't seem to get it together. I feel like a dud.

Today, getting overstimulated in the grocery store, putting in ear plugs and kind of camping in a corner of the store with my phone to while I calmed down. Left the earplugs in for the rest of the shopping trip. Should have just put them at the beginning of the trip, but I've just started adjusting to my diagnosis.

Awkward maybe, but better that than my usual anxiety fit / mandatory computer time after shopping.

I was sitting on a bench when an elderly woman (tourist?) came and stood nearly in front of the bench to take a photo of the view. Being helpful I told her where she could get a better shot - around the corner on the other side of a big tree.
After she'd left my friend pointed out that it'd sounded like I was telling her to go away and stand somewhere else

I derailed a thread in the dating section by talking about the various things which "almost all" might mean in a mathematical context.

Randomly getting the theme song of Reading Rainbow stuck in my head at work and giggling and singing it out loud randomly.