Name the #1 behavior your parents hate you doing!! !

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probably my meltdowns..but its someting i cant help easily i got yelled from gaming too much too but not anymore since i got car

My mother hates me going to my room when people come to visit.

The amount of time I spend on the computer, how I seem to pick faults all the time and correct everyone like the true pedant I am . Ignoring people, forgeting things/being disorganised, talking too loud and interupting. Also making joke about serious things and oher empathy related stuff.

I love all the replies alot of seem to have similar issues to me. I'm also put down for playing games alot. I also tend to come out of my room when guest are here I'm like " Oh hi" then back to my room LOL! (Unless I haven't seen them in awhile)

my parents never liked when I'd run to seclusion to avoid contact. I'd much rather bury my head in a book, or just sit alone than FORCE myself to try to socialize.
they would just never get it.

- talking about my interests. The other day Mum was getting annoyed because I was talking about how Google Moon only shows a tiny part of the moon's surface, and even that has bits it doesn't show, suggesting that something is up there that they don't want us to see. Well, I thought it was interesting.

- making jokes at inappropriate times. Like when a bunch of people at my dad's office were made redundant, and Dad was saying how one of his mates sneaked a look at the list and they couldn't tell if that was who was staying or who was going, but it turned out only one of his other friends was on the "going" list, yada yada, and he said the boss was kind of keeping them in suspense over who was going, so I says, "What, were they doing the whole "we'll tell you after the break" thing?" My mum got pissed off at me for making light of the situation. Well, it's not like anyone DIED, I don't even know the woman who lost her job.

- being on the computer all the time. Just cos NTs can't stay on for ages, don't mean I can't!

- staying up late. Who says we have to sleep at night and be up all day? No law, is there?

I couldn't just pick one, those are the main ones.

hmmm..This is kind of tough...
My mom: hates the fact that I have a problem talking on the phone, I can't call the doctor's office and make an appt., order a pizza, see what time a store closes..., or
my social phobia (that has gotten much better) or maybe my hand flapping (which has gotten much better) She just hates the fact that I am so immature-in general.

But I don't think there really is a problem anymore. I think she accepts me for who I am. yay Mummy!

My dad: eh. I don't particularly know my dad.

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this looks fun...ok.

baby stage
I would stop breathing at random causing my mother to panic and run around screaming for help. She would in later years describe it in a funny way of me intentionally doing it to give her a heart attack.

hyper kid stage
When I played Nintendo I often got frustrated with the tight neck on my t-shirt so I would pull it downwards and stretch it out, when my mother saw this she told me I had ruined my clothes due to rips I caused by stretching. I would then use my huge overflow of saliva (I have a big saliva production) to suck on the front of the tight neck of the T-shirt and then stretch it out since I had a habit of sucking on my index finger with textile covering it while pressing my nail through it, this thought me that saliva would make the fabric stretch and not break. My mother never complained after that. I guess I had found a solution.
One other thing was my love for dinosaurs, I would run around the house acting like a T-Rex making horrible sounds (very well made I must say), it was after seeing Jurassic Park and this resulted in me chasing the cat around the house (in a playful way of course) I turn into a complete infant emotionally when introduced to cute animals.

school stage
I would never call home and say where I was because I never felt like it was needed. This made my mother go berserk and I do understand that today. (you're still her child, she wants to know where you are, period.)
I never went and got food, only until my stomach was crying for it, I would then go make something and my mother would hate that I "never" ate but I was stuck for hours in front of Adobe Illustrator, it sorta grabs you...



Well that's all for now, I just found out I have asperger's and it explains a lot.

I just had to stop listening to music in public since it was effecting me a lot emotionally when surrounded by other people which sucks tremendously since the music was my only wall between me and them.

I hate to use the phone, if my mum hands me the phone and says, "[social worker's name] wants to speak to you," I completely freak out and throw the phone back to her like it's a bomb or something, and she gets pissed off cos she thinks I'm just being pathetic, but talking on the phone really freaks me out unless it's my dad or one of my close friends.

my parents were always very busy and they were glad i was too, so they had no problems with me until it came time to be "together".
my mother used to cook dinner and i never trusted her cooking or hygiene. also, i used to be extremely fussy with my food and i needed to have separate plates for all the ingredients of my dinner.
they had to be MY plates as well.
if we had eg: sausages and mashed potato and mushrooms sauteed in butter, then i would have to have 3 plates.
the mushrooms were nice, but they had a darkish ooze that, if it touched the mashed potato, would spoil the mashed potato. also, i put a barbecue sauce puddle on the corner of my sausage plate and cut the sausages and dipped each slice in the sauce before i ate it.
then i would return to the mushroom plate and have a bit of mushroom. and the same with the mashed potatoes. i demanded i have plenty of paper towels handy so i could wipe my fork and knife before i went to a different plate.
if i had some sauce on my fork, i had to wipe it clean before i used that fork for the mashed potatoes or mushrooms.
it was either that, or i had to have 3 sets of cutlery.

my mother grew up apparently during hard times (she was oldish when i was adopted) and she kept telling me that they used to have to eat inferior food and i would do well to live in those times.

when i was very young, i was going to have a drink of quik (chocolate powder that you add to white milk) and i smelled the carton of milk (which i always did and i smelled everything i was going to eat and that annoyed her too) and i thought it smelled rank.

i checked the use-by date and found it was 4 days over. i alerted my mother to this, but she smelled it and said it was fine, and that the use-by labels were a ploy for suppliers of products to get a higher turnover.
she was very miserly even though our family was extremely well off.

i smelled the milk again and assured her that it smelled stale/sour, and she then poured a glass for herself and drank it and licked her lips and said it was fine. i thought then that i would never trust her judgment again when it comes to freshness of food.

so every time my mother was preparing a dish for dinner (like say meatballs) i would check the use by date on the raw mince before she started and also i would chop some to see if it was grey inside. she had very severe fits of NT meltdowns about my distrust of her food. she cried at the table and told my father that i was "impossible" (whatever that meant but she was upset severely).

also at high class restaurants where we ate sometimes, and she was dressed very frilly and dad was dapper and i was in a little suit, i always smelled intensely every forkful of food i put in my mouth. it made the staff of the restaurant often come over and say "is the young monsieur dissatisfied with his food madaam" to my mother and she would have to apologize and say i was a strange boy.
then she got angry with me and demanded i eat like everyone else.
i could not satisfy her wishes.

that is the only thing i can think of that irritated my parents.

Hand flapping.

Idk why. It is better than a meltdown.

My parents don't like my solitary nature. They assume that it's impossible to be alone without being lonely, so they've tried and tried and, even now, still try to encourage me to socialise. They've got the best of intentions, but it's a bit wearisome.

Still, I prefer them being like that to how some parents can be, judging from this thread.