Jensen wrote:
Hehe! When I was a kid and a teen - and a young adult, I covered up any photos on the wall or on cupboards, because I felt, they were staring.
I even felt, that a picture of Paul McCartney might report back to him Ha, that reminded me.
When I was little I was obsessed with this show called
Zoobilee Zoo. I watched it religiously. One day I had to go somewhere and was going to have to miss it, and I felt so awful and guilty, that I wrote a letter to the characters on
Zoobilee Zoo, informing them that I would not be able to watch their show that day, and I was very sorry. I left it sitting on my dresser, because of course I could not send it to them or anything...I believe I KNEW they weren't real people, but I loved them so much I FELT like they were, thus my guilt and my need to leave them an apology. I guess it was the mere act of writing it out that made it sincere. (Strangely, I never felt the need to do this for any of the characters on
Sesame Street or
Muppet Babies...)
Looking back on this now all I can think is, why, why, why.
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Another weird thing I did when little: I used to pretend I was weird characters who were often just personifications of ideas or some such. For example, I loved music by The Little River Band, so I created a character called The Little River Band Guy; he didn't exactly
do anything, but pretending to be The Little River Band Guy entailed me wearing pink glasses without lenses (my "goggles") and a sort of aviator cap on my head. And I would hang out in the closet in this getup, perhaps pretending I was flying a plane or was in outer space.
I also, after hearing Elvis Presley mention a mailbox in the song "Return To Sender," fixated on that for some reason, and started pretending to be a mailbox, which entailed wearing this orange plastic covered bridge toy on my head. I don't know, I guess I felt that made me look like a mailbox.
I honestly do not know how to explain any of this.
I was a very weird child, I guess.
Fortunately, by the time I reached late elementary school I'd progressed to pretending to be a talking dog or cat or some such. No more Little River Band Guy or sentient mailbox. Thank goodness.
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I've still got more but need to get to bed. Perhaps this thread could be my catharsis for all my weirdness. Or at least a sounding board for whether I'm really Aspie-ish or not.