What is the first thing you ever did that was "autistic

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ooohprettycolors,

YIKES! You pulled open your friends eyelid!? How did she react? And how old are you?

Steve

haha! She didn't wake up. We were 3 or 4 at the time. I was slightly freaked out by the glassy whiteness, but it satisfied my curiosity and i went back to sleep. I don't think i ever told anyone about it until my teens or 20's. I'm 22 now.

i just remembered three other very early autistic behaviors:

In 3 year old preschool, we had a fire drill and instead of just going outside quickly they made us all put on plastic firehats and line up. I thought this was a stupid waste of time because if there was a real fire it would be unsafe to make everyone put on firehats first. I never said anything about it because I was shy.

Sometimes I would wake up very early before my parents and turn on the tv downstairs. It was so early that nothing was on yet except the channel with the brightly colored bars (cyan, magenta, yellow, red, lime green, blue, black, white) and the high pitched tone. I loved looking at this.

At age 2 and 3, i would sit and watch Bob Ross painting shows on TV for the entire half hour or hour. I vaguely remember this, but my mom told me about how she was shocked at my attention span. now i'm an artist.

When I talked about me, I do it in second person.

At breakfast time, I had a special routine. First, I said to my mom "You want to eat scrambled eggs/a sandwich/. . ." (remember, I talked in second person), and my mom understood me. Next, when I had my breakfast, I said "you want a glass of milk/juice/chocolate/...". If I didn't have my drink, I couldn't eat.

smooth walls. . .placing the palms of my hand on smooth walls, walls painted that sickly green in indoor swimming pools. oooh, thrills me down to my toes, and scares the daylights out of me.
I remember being up in the high Rocky Mountians with my family on a vacation. there was a beautiful slope covered with grass the same color as the sickly green walls of the indoor pool and I asked my father very seriously if I could please just walk down a little way in to the slope. .. I knew narvana or satori waited for me down there. . .where my hole being would feel like the palms of my hands on the sickly green wall.
My father discussed the impracticality of my walking even a little way into the miles of green slope and suggested that we do it another time. Now in my maturity, I do thank him for not just being all matcho and defying my need. I agreed with the practicality of not getting lost in the mountians and didn't walk down there.
Later in life, when I was ripped on about 30 hits of good acid (lysergic acid dyethylamide) , I wanted to do the same and my male companion said "And that's how they found her. . . stoned out of her head lost running down the sidewalk. . . " and I snapped out of my acid fueled autism immediately.
Hummm. . I always liked LSD.
Merle

i'm very sensitive to tickling...

my family found out quick that they couldn't really tickle me w/o me accidently peeing on them... EVERY TIME.

still happens today, though i'm rarely tickled by anyone other than a significant other... even then, after about one experimentation; they're usually satisfied to stop when i say so!


in the security of a relationship (and a bathtub)... i have actually tested the depths of my sensitive tickling... i can be tickled up to 3 times consecutively and still somehow "empty" my bladder.

go figure lol

I think the earliest thing I remember doing was repetitive rocking. My earliest memory in life was rocking on an old sign on a vacant alotment and it amused my for hours. I was about 2 then.

From the age of about... 2 and a half...? When I learned how to spell... up until the age of six, whenever someone would ask me my name, I would say then spell it out all in one breath...
and if they asked me how old I was, I would say "<insert age here>" and show them "how many" with my fingers promptly after. Always. Every time... If I remember well, those were some of the only times I could look at people with certainty, no shifty eyes or fidgeting...
Until I turned six and my mom told me I should stop doing that at McDonalds on my birthday (the other kids were laughing!), it somehow wasn't good (?)... I think she (they?) thought I was too old to be doing it? Wow... that's an old one.

I would repeat myself over and over again, and do third-person, like saying, "Emily wants a hug." instead of saying, "I want a hug." It was very sad. When I would repeat myself, I would usually say, "Emily wants a tale of Lion's Tale. Emily wants a tale of Lion's Tale." My Mom would start crying. Now all of that is gone, so I guess there's nothing to worry about.

i sleep with a tigger (not tiger) every night, i don't know how that is autistic, but i guess it is a trait i have seen with other aspies around here... it is ragged (the tigger) and i have had him for a almost 12 years, i am almost 13, it was my first toy that i didn't break, if i will ever lose it, it couldn't be replace, it is almost one of a kind, considering all hobbes (that is tigger's name) has been through...

I suggest that you should teach yourself how to mend things with needle and thread--you may need that skill when your tigger gets damaged.

(It's pretty easy. You can Google it.)