how old were you, when you realized you weren't like

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the others? at what age did you realize you were different?
i was maybe five or six, not sure. i saw the other kids weren't fascinated by animals like i was, would talk while music was playing, instead of being so fascinated by the music they couldn't do anything else. others talked, i didnt. others didnt have social phobias and anxiety and others didnt pace back and forth flapping their fingers. and didnt have this problem of not always understanding what was said to them, and the inability to express themselves.

I was five...it was my first day of kindergarten. There was a large whale play structure that I really wanted to go on, but it was crawling with other kids. I stood far off and just watched them all. Then the bell rang, and all the kids went into their classrooms, but I stayed outside. After everyone was gone, I climbed up that whale and sat there until a teacher came outside to drag me in. That was the day I knew that I would never fit in, that I was "weird." I remember it so clearly, 28 years later.

I've always been an outsider as a kid, but I must've realized something's not in synch with other people when I was about 8-9 years old. Before that, I thought the differences between me and others were purely circumstantial, since my parents and me were moving around a lot.

Three. Very young. I knew subconsciously I was different than the other kids. I didn't know why then and didn't know what was so different about me and it was a feeling I had.

It's strange to say that I felt younger than others when I was probably two or three, I mean it's not like people get any younger than that.

But that's when I remember feeling like I was missing something, like just starting preschool

I probably still wouldn't know if the kids hadn't pointed out soooo obviously that I was weird, different, etc. I am quite oblivious, and I didn't realize people even thought differently than I did. I was in my own little world a lot, and to me, I was completely normal. Eventually the other kids started getting meaner and meaner though. I would say around grade 2 (age 7 or 8) was when people started making a point to show me how different I was from them.

Looking back, I can remember the way I acted around age 4 or 5 was often of a "not fitting in" kind of thing, but at the time I don't think I was conscious of it. At 6 or 7 I remember really not enjoying group activities, at school I was always trying to separate myself from everyone else to try and get some quiet.

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I don't think that I realized any difference between myself and others when I was a child. As a teenager, people would tell me that I was weird, but I thought that I was normal weird, but not different from others. Then, eberryone in college was weird, so I really was normal amongst the weirdos. Then, eberryone in grad school was weird to me, so I felt verry merry berry different from them. So I would probably put the age of starting to feel that I was different in my early to mid 20s. But I didn't make any big realization of me being different until my diagnosis.

second grade sitting behind my first crush - looked around and saw all the kids and thought I'm all along I see and feel everybody but know one knows I'm here and I became like and alein - never will forget that moment - I'm still an alien - I'm over 60 now that has been a while back

4ish when I was in kindergarten and all of the other kids sat in a circle listening to the teacher tell stories while I sat alone near the toy bin in the back of the room taking toys apart to see how they work. My favorite was the vivitar 110 camera.

About the same time the doctor told my mother that he was 99% positive that the fetus thrashing around on the sonogram was male because "girls are almost never that active in the womb."

My life just got weirder from there.

Wait a sec, you're female?

Yes, I just suck at it.

I'm just not going to say anything.

You could have been writing about me. I was exactly the same way!

As soon as I learned how a screwdriver worked, my parents had to hide tools from me to keep me from taking everything apart

I think it was when I was in preschool. I didn't want to go outside and play with the other kids. I just wanted to sit inside by myself and play with the wooden building blocks they had.

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Except that my taking things apart didn't always involve a screwdriver. It's amazing how many objects double as an impromptu hammer