Looking back to your childhood...

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I had a very late diagnoses (almost 13) so I'm not sure what to write. By the time I was diagnosed, I was almost a teenager and my early childhood was over.

1. I wish my super extroverted mom didn't continuously force me into social situations and I wish she didn't call my lifestyle "unhealthy" just because I didn't see friends every single day. I have friends, I just don't need to see them or talk to them every damn day.
2. I wish my mom was more patient and understanding

I don't want to paint my mom in a bad light. My mom supported me unconditionally though and got me full-time tutouring and made sure my teachers gave me the support I needed. She was in constant contact with my teachers and principal and sometimes even my headmistress. She didn't just say she loved me and wanted to help me, she did it. But I am also glad she didn't let me hole myself up in my room. I was in Girl Guides and on several sports teams and did a lot of camping. It was difficult at times, and sometimes horrible, but that's where I gained my social skills. So don't coddle your son - teach him social skills and make him practice them. Not every day though.

My dad had no idea what to do with a kid with Asperger's, although I would not be surprised if my dad has Asperger's too. Luckily for me, my dad and I are a lot alike, so we got along really well. He just let me live life my way and even though he was an academic genius, he never pressured me to get high grades, or even average ones. As long as I was passing and learning.

So although my mom never accepted that I was an introvert, she did support me so much. Not just with school, but with making and keeping friends and learning social cues and skills. My dad I think was always a little in denial of my Asperger's and ADHD, but he treated me like I was a normal kid and he kept his expectations realistic. So make sure your son knows you love him unconditionally, give your son unconditional support, make sure his teachers are doing their job right, and don't let him stay within his comfort zone.

I had a horrific childhood,a father with ptsd and a mother with some sort of psycosis,violence and aggression,iv sustained beatings were I question how I am still alive,or my parents no in jail......that being said it was those things that forced me to grow up quickly decide I wanted to live,look at myself and say i am important I am not useless,I learned to dedicate myself to a task and finish it,to block out distractions and get things done,I appreciate hard work because I was forced to work hard to get past those years.so I wouldnt of givenany of them up,I wish though Iin later years after my moms therapy that she didnt try to blow it all off ordeny deny sweep under a rug.still today I try to reach out and we cant discuss it in any way because she will just lock it up so yea,also I wish sombody would of tazered me and drug me back home after I spent 50k traveling the world but at the same time it was a fun experience.

I wish I could look back on my childhood with happiness. It was fraught with pain, misery & suffering. I was abused a lot and eventually turned to alcohol, drugs and self-destructive behavior. I had my first drink of gin when I was seven. What is distressing is no one identified me as being on the spectrum and there were signs. I would've done better if I was in special ed or something. Oh well. Could be worse.

Don't yell.
Don't hit me.
Don't hit each other.
Don't call the cops on family unless you're absolutely certain you don't want them to be family anymore.