how was your childhood?

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Horrible. I was a foster child my early years because my ret*d biological mother did not know how to take care of me and did not seem to want to either. I did not speak until I was four. I was constantally bullied and told it was my fault. I was always told I needed to make friends but I did not know how to or even want too. Other kids and even a lot of adults always made fun of me. The teachers or school staff did nothing or even encouraged it. I did not learn to retaliate until I was nine years. The teasing and bullying was so bad I soon began to think every interaction was an attempt to hurt or belittle me so I would lash out violently. I was forced to go into the mental hospital at nine aganst my will. I became more agressive after that and think I had PTSD from the expirence (even today at 22 I still have nightmares about it every now and then) People thought I was lazy and stupid because I did not know how to do something if it was not explained throughly. I had obsessions people did not understand. I was always told that in order for people to want to talk about my obsessions I had to talk about what they were intrested in too. It didn't work. Everyone thought I was just a trouble maker out to make life Hell for everyone when in fact that's how I felt about them. My obsessions were the only thing that made life bearable but people wanted to take those away from me too. I wanted to become a veternarian more than anything when I grew up but becuase I had trouble in math
everyone would always tell me I should either be a vet nurse or just give the whole thing up and strive for something easier. Becoming a vet was my motovation for existance. My teachers expected me to know everything on my own (I never understood why I had to go to school. I did not believe that I was going there to learn) or were too lazy to teach me. My mom says they tried but I was too agressive to be worked with. I don't remember anyone trying to teach me one-on-one. I was just sent to a special math classroom where I did kindergarden level work and got yelled at by a b***h of a teacher when I had trouble then to the special ed class room where I was given the answers on my work. If my parents hadn't taken me out to homeschool me I probably would have commited sucide by the time I was 13.
My dad had SEVERE PTSD from the war and would often loose his temper with me and throw me into walls and threaten to bust my teeth out. My mom was always rushing me around from one shrink to another but when they suggested stupid things like taking my obsession away from me she would look for another one. My mom was disapointed because I was not turning out to be a goody-goody like my older brothers. I was ALWAYS in my brother's shadows.

A total rollercoaster. Some was good, some was horrific. I don't know if it's an AS thing, but I don't have a lot of memories. Just flashes. It's freaky when I'm talking to family and old friends. I have absolutely no recollection of so many things. Even good things. About me!

Good:

Lived by the beach (Northern California)
Parents raised me with a global view - but down-to-earth values
My brother
The music
The classes I liked
Partying
Camping
Boys - esp. surfer/stoners
Driving
The few quality girlfriends I had
Comic books and Mad Magazine
I was cute, precocious, and charming until I was about 10

Bad:

High School
Moving when I was 10 for my stepfather's job
My parents
Real dad was scary
Step-parents
Some of my loser friends
Mom had a melt-down when I was 16 (nice timing)
SATs (tragic. makes me squirm thinking about it)
We were kind of poor by local standards (parents were civil servants)
The clothes and hair (especially since we were kind of poor. Bad 80's fashions on a budget. JC Penneys, Mervyns... ick.
Wrecking my brother's Datsun TWICE - in seperate incidents (I felt so bad!)
The classes I just didn't get - like math
Sadistic teachers
My brother was a nerd and my mom coddled him - she didn't get me.
Some of the other girls - especially goody goody geeks and cheerleaders - at least in HS
Several bad decisions and situations
I didn't have a car

I can make a clear in my childhood. This cut happens when I left the "normal" secondary school at the age of 14. Prior it was quite difficult, including bulling. When I moved to a bit "higher education" with a strong emphasize in Maths and natural science I was suddely the great hero, how was lazy, never did his homework, but passed all exams - and made a constant mock out of those how worked hard.

I was still not part of the "big flock", but I had an established and respected outsider position, which was for me quite comfortable.

I guess it was rather lonely, I mostly seemed to play on my own and didn't have many friends. It didn't really bother me much yet I was more autistic back then so I found things more confusing.

Mine was very very hard. I suffered all three forms of abuse and lots of bullying. I knew blood and terror with no safe haven but my own mind.