who supported you and taught you the most growing up.

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my parents didnt know i was autistic when i was younger, but my sister knew i wasnt developing right so she took it upon herself to help me through school, friendships and daily tasks, although she wasnt very gentle about it. she would hit me if i did something wrong and force me to use my manners, speak correctly, and to not act out. She would tell me how to dress, how to act and how to cope with things. she also taught me how to play at a young age, without her i would be a lot worse than i am, who gave you the most support through your life?

I mostly did taught myself things during my later childhood by being a skeptic observant whom learns from the mistakes I caused and others did. The reason why I thought myself most of the part is because I was being verbally and physicaly bullied by many people including my parents. But of course my parents did only thaught me to have a controll over my behaivor which I find intriguing because that's the only part of my childhood that I can recall. Not judging them in any way.

My grandfather did. I could multiply, divide and take the square root of a number before I entered school, for instance.

My mom. She was always fighting for me, taking me to my doctors and therapy, had to work to earn money to pay for my therapy out of her own pocket since she couldn't find support for me so she had to find private therapy for me and pay for it herself and it was $35,000 a year she told me. I am not sure if it was just for that one year in six grade or not. My dad made enough to cover all the bills so my mom made enough to pay for my therapies. I knew I was expensive. I wouldn't have been able to afford myself if I were my child.
I have vague memories of my mother working with me when I was a young child. There were things she had to teach me I wasn't learning in school like reading, telling time, counting money and she taught me to tie my shoes. She also had to learn to be visual, and she took classes. She also got me out of that special ed class too when I was eight and put me in mainstream.

I don't recall any good or patient teachers. When I learned the Golden Rule, I figured out how to stay out of most of the unexpected trouble, and thought that was about it. Mom warned me not to stare at people, so I quit observing people entirely. She also advised me to always leave early if in doubt, which did help.

My parents, but I can probably say that my dad supported me the most.

My mother as a child. The family TV as a teenager, my parents divorced and were never home.

Me, myself, and I. I kept my feelings to myself and just observed the world around me.

My parents took a mostly hands off approach to raising me, but we were early adopters of the internet and for better or worse, I learned most things from it.

Probably Mom and Grandpa while he was alive, I learned a little from almost everyone I spent time with. I had to figure out a far too much on my own the hard way though.

I've taught myself many things. Other useful things I know come from experience when I work with my extended family in Wyoming. Mostly though, I Google my current interest, learn a lot about it, and then move on. Whenever I have a question about ANYTHING (usually science or history) I just google it.

My parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle.
I was diagnosed really early and they put a lot into learning how to care for and deal with me.
But my cousin who is only a four months older than me was the one who was really able to reach me
from the beginning and guide me in my formative years (2-6).
And there is a lot of stuff I have had to complete teaching myself like reading and writing.

My parents (but during my childhood I was only diagnosed with ADD and then with ODD, which I don't think I have anyway).

Myself. And it will always be that way.

i was adopted. i do not want to use the word "step", but i guess i will have to.

my step father was the one who supported me most.

my step mother had to have an hysterectomy at the age of 36, and she had by that time given birth to 3 daughters, but my father wanted a son.
i was adopted into their family, but i was a dud in many ways. my adoptive sisters eventually disliked me and so did my adoptive mother in a way.

i was very emotionally dead, and that upset the females in the family but my adoptive father identified with me.

whatever.

I never really felt supported by anyone. Once I knew about my AS, I was the one who supported myself. It's pretty hard to go to someone you're suppose to trust for support when they tell you you bring your problems upon yourself. It's hard to open up when you get shut down for being overly excited about your special interests.