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

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Longest back I remember was when I used to collect pieces of fallen car wash brush and my obsession with ceiling fans in catelogues.

I used to stim my hands into fists when extra happy or excited as early as 10 months old. (It's on film) They thought it was a baby thing and assumed I'd stop that... 30 years later, I still do it.

The other earliest thing was when I was 2 years old, I memorized and could sing a 4 verse hymn from church! Big words and everything. I always had a spooky memory as a child. I'd recite word for word my story records which were sometimes 30 minutes long. And in kindergarten I could print my name backwards in mirror writing.

A later thing I did was kneeling down of the pavement in the backyard and banging my head on the concrete in rage and I had to be rushed off the the hospital to get stitches in it. I also banged my head on walls and furniture. I still have the scars to this day. I went through this stage from age 2 to 4

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When I was 10 or 11 years old, I remember spending entire evenings in my backyard, building and perfecting a little boat I made from pieces of scrap from other toys, with motor and batteries, testing it in the water, perfecting it, then testing it again, even making custom parts

I remember also wanting more to play my NES (nintendo) that go outside.

I had a phase, which lasted years well into my twenties, where I avoided stepping on cracks and lines when walking in the street (like Jack nicholson in As Good As It Gets), I only did it when walking alone, or disguised it when walking with someone.

I worked with a friend who has some autistic signs, like balancing a little and all that. One day I got asked if he and I were brothers!

Also, I love to stare at insects, ants for example, and spend a more than normal time watching them go, walk, carry things, fight other insects, etc
I don't know even if that's normal for an aspie

And last, don't know if this is more of a personality trait or Aspergers, but a few weeks ago I was taking some photos, and I didn't care to lie in the street, to get a better angle, and get odd looks from a neighbor

i also spoke in the 3rd person and still do quite often.i dunno if this is autistic or not though...

Rubbing my fist against my teeth while making funny noises.

I wasn't diagnosed until I was in my teens, but my Yr 3 teacher used to speculate I had some form of autism due to my out-of-the-normal behaviour. Apart from being obsessed with natural disasters, aliens and religions to point that was just absurd, I used to go up to older students and teachers lunch time and say stuff like "you're pretty... pretty ugly!" over and over and not notice when they were offended or the joke had worn off. I also used to pace up and down, bounce tennis balls off the wall repetatively and follow people around while they were walking. The next year I moved town and attended a horribly backwards Christian school where they simply thought I was crazy or, as one teacher put it, "possessed by the devil". It wasn't until later in my teen years where I developed serious emotional problems as a result of social isolation that the prospects of autism were again addressed.

After reading this, I'd give anything to be 4 again, with all those simple ways to keep yourself happy!!

I remember sitting with my brother and sister on the couch, when we were ages 3 through 5, and rocking and banging our heads repeatedly and singing some nonsense such as "Da, Da, da!" We could do this for hours. I also remember being very fascinated with a piece of blue glass that had been smoothed out enough to feel pleasant to hold. I carried it around and stared at everything through it. I called it my "Blue World." I was about twelve. My peers at school thought that I was incredibly weird. (This thread has started a whole memory train. Oh, yes. I also remember walking with my younger sister and being badly frightened by a neighbor's dog that had gotten out of his yard. He started barking and chasing us. We ran all the way home, and didn't stop until we'd climbed into my infant sister's crib. I realized that I felt very safe there, and after that would often get scolded for climbing in there and playing with the toys. I was about five.

I also used to eat Frosted Flakes with a special spoon and had a meltdown if it wasn't clean. Same with Apple Cinnamon Cheerios and a spoon with a red handle. I also associated some numbers with food products (And a few non-food products like 3, 5, 10 and 21):
0 = Cheese Dip
1 = A square piece of ham
2 = Milk
3 = Blood
4 = Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
5 = Dead skin on the palm of someone's hand
6 = Grilled Cheese
7 = Pepperoni
8 = Chili
9 = A chocolate milkshake
10 = A contact lens
11 = White bread dipped in tomato sauce
12 = A piece of swiss cheese tied to a string that's swinging from the ceiling
13 = A limp, soggy french fry
But it always stopped at 13 but jumped to 21 then stopped:
21 = Static on a television

I was also a very aloof child almost from word go. I just rather venture out on my own, anywhere rather than interact socially. Given the chance I would crawl off anywhere on my own even as young as one year of age.