Whats your most recent ASD moment?

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Tangentially AS related. Had a seizure just a little while ago that kicked me into a spacey altered state. Spent about 15 minutes staring at the kitchen floor tiles, entranced.

My boyfriend "kept me company" and hugged on me a lot during it. Wanted him to stop, but couldn't figure out how to do it. Asking for space didn't occur to me until well after.

If my brother noticed something like that, it would be the one thing he complains about all day. He usually blames those sort of obsession with having an engineer's brain.

Wow, that reminds me of when I was teenager and my brother made me really upset so I ran into my room to cry. His buddy just happened to be over at that time, (and I suspect he had a crush on me). Anyway, the guy followed me into my room and sat opposite me looking sympathetic, presumably to give me comfort, and I think tried to say a few comforting words.

But that was the last thing I needed. I was always uncomfortable revealing my emotions to the outside world, so what he did was really intrusive and made me feel so uncomfortable all I could think of the entire time was "Omg go away" and "What am I supposed to do now?" But I was too shy and non-confrontational to tell him to go away, So, I just sat there with my face hidden in my hands for the longest time. I sobbed until I ran out of juice, then I continued having my face in my hands waiting for him to go away so I could regain my composure in privacy but he continued sitting there.

It was so horrible. I don't even remember now how this ended because all I can remember is we sat there in silence for what felt like hours.

Anyway, back to you, if the same thing happened again next time, would you remember and ask him to go away?

Maybe. It can be hard to do for reasons you said, but I think I will.



And my aspie moment from just a little while ago. I'd promised my partner a ride home from the station tonight. I thought she meant the local station, but she meant downtown Seattle! So I get a text about that when I've got just enough time to leave. No time to adjust to this change of plans, just suddenly have to drive at night on the highway, followed by downtown Seattle. Yikes!

I was seriously stressed, but the miracle was I didn't actually freak out or melt down at any point. This is how I know the drugs I'm on are good drugs.

Ouch! Misunderstandings suck!!

im reading my asssignment marking criteria which my teacher and 3 students filled out and gave back to us. it was a task i had to do with my partner and it was an oral presentation. the marks for eye contact were .5/1, 1/1, 1/1 from the students and the teacher only noted that my partner had made(or attempted to make) eye contact. i dont know if this is a proper aspie moment. i feel sure that i made an effort to look at people. i always do in oral presentations because i know im sh** at it. i feel like i've let my partner down. i know we only lost half a mark but it was me that lost it and in the eyes of the teacher our presentation mightn't have been as good though her role was not to mark eye contact. i wonder if this is the sort of thing you should tell teachers about? but then im sure their reaction would be "well maybe teaching isnt the job for you if you cannot handle a component of communication so simple and vital to your effectiveness as a teacher as eye contact. have you thought about engineering?" i think i'm over-reacting to this but i can see it being a problem in the future.

I wouldn't call this a "recent" ASD moment, since it happened over the summer, but when I was returning from travelling abroad in July, I caught a bad cold on the last few days of the trip, and when we were on our international flight, we got these little cards we were supposed to fill out that told what we doing while travelling abroad, if we were bringing any animals back, etc. In the space where we were supposed to write down what we were returning with (commercial goods, I think it said) I almost put down "a cold" for mine, but decided not to since colds are not necessarily commercial goods; they are viruses. Still, they asked what I brought back with me, and it KINDA made sense that I should include my cold in there somewhere....

im in the living room and somebody just knocked on the front door asking for one of the people upstairs and instead of getting it i sat on the couch very quietly, pretending i wasnt there, getting really agitated with my hands over my ears because the sounds hurt a lot. i fail at life.

I've done that kind of thing *so* many times. It's a kind of epic fail conflict avoidance. Especially when they notice there's definitely someone in..

I was at my job and I noticed that the back rest of the chair smelled funny. So I made a remark about it to a co worker and invited her to smell it. She gave me an odd look and then swiftly said, "Let's not think about that right now!"

I used to be exactly like that. I was forced to get over it by my parents. Now I can answer the door when it's during normal hours, even if I'm not expecting someone. It still freaks me out though. And if someone comes knocking after dark, I still tend to hide and let someone else get it. Which at 33, does feel kind of pathetic.

My mom was like that - forcing me to just "get over stuff"....when she was still married to my dad (I would have been about 3 or 4) we lived in a neighborhood where the only kids my age were these two hyper, barely - controlled little boys who lived right across the street with their mom and their huge black lab (I actually liked the dog, but the boys, not so much. ) I'd be sitting out on our front lawn, admiring a beautiful day or talking to my imaginary friends, and the two boys and their dog would come running out of their house, notice me sitting in my lawn right across the street, and literally come running across the street with their dog like "YAAAAAAAAAAAA" and I'd be like "Oh sh!t" and run into my house, only to be pushed right back out by my mom again, who would say, "Now LtlPinkCoupe, Timmy and Bobby want to play with you, so you be nice and play with them." Of course, "playing with them" meant being shoved, pushed, yelled at and drenched with water guns for the next hour or until my mom saw fit to call me inside and send the two of them back across the street.

My mom also tried to make me "get over" her divorce with my father too, which is probably why I have so much residual baggage from it now at age 20.

But anyway, I digress....far be it from me to threadjack. An ASD moment I had today was in my Spanish class. We were supposed to get into groups to make an exvoto/retablo for this Day of the Dead celebration that my University has every fall, and whenever I'm in something where everyone gets to choose their own groups, I'm usually the one wandering around trying to see if I can find a group that needs an extra person. Everyone decided what groups they were going to be in right away and left, and I was all like, "Anyone need a third person?....Anyone?"

Ah well, I'm used to it. I'm sure I'll get sorted into some kind of group during the next class.

Well, that was well timed. Just about 10 minutes after I posted that, the UPS guy knocked on my door. Scared me half out of my skin. Still not quite calmed down from it. I suppose "get over it" sometimes just means surviving it.

I'll admit it - I hide from door knockers. Often it is an expected package being delivered, but I still can't bring myself to answer the door. Most of the time they will leave it outside anyway. I HATE it when they scare me by knocking, though...

The "your a creep " look

Being asked out for a date by a cute girl and refusing her offer with 'no thanks p**s off.'
Also having a handheld CB on my scooter and using the speaker mic to talk to the local truckies sitting at a table in the local mall while playing Dope Wars on my Palm Tungsten T2 handheld. I get a lot of weird looks doing that...