You know you're autistic when...

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My obsession with The Golden Girls.

You listen to the same piece of video game music for 30 minutes because reminds you of your favourite country which happens to be a special interest of yours.

^I do this all the time but not because it reminds me of my favorite country. I do it because the theme songs in games help reflect my mood in a way that mainstream music can't and I will replay the same theme over and over on YouTube.

The cashier asks you to give out your phone number and email address when you pay for something and you act like a dear caught in the headlights and you stutter out the number and address as if your brain just turned to mush.

My brain has frozen like that on several occasions, too, lostonearth. I stand there looking befuddled.

You like to be occupied with your phone when waiting at bus stops or in waiting-rooms etc, but you feel frustrated that WP is less active than it used to be, with no new posts or threads to look at, so you had to download a load of games from Google play store to occupy you instead.

I know I'm autistic as soon as I wake up each day because there I am again ... living on the wrong planet and never fitting it.

You watch all 25 episodes of a whole entire animé-series back-to-back from first to last episode.

I'm like the first post... when I hear new music that I like, I tend to listen to it over & over until I get tired of it. Then just once in a while. Like 3 days ago I listened to Supertramp's "Breakfast in America" & "Crime of the Century" albums for the 1st time in a while & have now been hearing it 24/7 (well hopefully not 7!) as an ear worm. Argh... let it go!

No, I don't want to go to your sister's bridal shower...

No, I don't want to go to your sister's wedding...

No, I don't want to go to your sister's baby shower...

No, I don't want to go to your sister's anniversary party...

No, I don't want to go to your sister's new baby shower...

No, I don't want to go to your niece's kinder-graduation...

No, I don't want to go to your nephew's kinder-graduation...

No, I don't want to go to your sister's tenth anniversary...

No, I don't want to go to your niece's high-school graduation...

No, I don't want to go to your nephew's high-school graduation...

Why doesn't your sister like me?

You get distracted from typing a WP post by driving the Lego truck you made around your desk (I just treated myself to my first Lego after a break of nearly 30 years. I haven't been doing "brrrm, brrrrm" noises... Yet! )

You know you're Autistic when LEGOS!!

I LIKE LEGOS!!

Can I have some? Huh? Can I? Can I? Huh? Can I?

Hands off! They're all mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

When you get really annoyed at US folks calling them "Legos", not "Lego bricks" or "some Lego."

When you are puzzled that some UK folks don't know that in the US "Getting some lego" is roughly the equivalent of "Getting shagged", while "Getting some Legos" means opening another box of those wonderful coloured building bricks.

My trips to the toy store will never be quite the same again! Lego(s) - better than sex!