Did your family torment you growing up?

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When I was a child my family would go out of their way to wind me up cause me to have a tantrum, because they thought my reactions were funny. Looking back on this I realise that these were autism related meltdowns did anyone esle's family do the same thing?

My brother could be a huge pain, but my family was very loving and caring towards me and still are today, even back when they didn't always understand my odd behavior. They just thought it was part of my being an "artist".

They blamed me for autism symptoms

They did not send me to get a diagnosis

They did not purposely go out of their own way to make fun of me

No, my parents were good to me.

I've been fortunate enough to have a very supportive family.

I'm lucky enough to have a family that landed on a side of cultural belief that disabled/ND children are a 'blessing', a 'charm', and 'challenge/honored task from god' than some sort of a punishment or a curse, or some absurd excuse from the close minded and ignorant kind of people.

Thus acceptance within the family came rather easier despite that they can't financially afford it or even with the lack of knowledge and understanding in general.

.. Since they can't pull certain things themselves with the cluelessness or lack of financial means, I had to pull something for myself and lighten their... Whatever their 'burden' or their 'worry' was -- so none of the had to be bothered by that, and that's my choice. And so, I have a 'backup' if I couldn't do so just with unwanted worry. But a sanctuary is still a sanctuary.
Even though not the great kind of support, even without a shed of ND culture research, certain accommodations (materialistic, right kind of morale/emotional, or otherwise), and professional aide -- it's just 'enough for me' kind of support.

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My mother was supportive but my father would meltdown too every time I had a meltdown so we were like a fire and fuel.

Also kids at school used to torment me a lot because they found my reactions funny and they were never punished because they would tell teachers they "did nothing" and I "attacked them first".

To a certain extent they did that, but they were very good with me most of the time.

When I became teenager and started having problems at school, however, my mother tried to get me to act more like a girl my age and hated it. Telling me how to dress, how to act in front of other people, how to be more social. She told me I shouldn't be still collecting and playing with dolls and stuffed animals, even though I told her a lot of adults did and it was their hobby. She and other adults thought I was too interested in drawing cartoons and needed to other things. The kids at school bullied me constantly because cartoons seemed to be all I really cared about.

My mother truly feels bad now for trying to take away the things that were actually helping me to cope and survive this difficult time in my life, or making me feel embarrassed or ashamed of it. I forgive my mom, but there were a lot of "experts" at the time that I can't forgive. Ever.

they did not "torment" me.

sometimes they teased me.

they did not physically or sexually abuse me.

they did not do anything creative.

they did not worship me like doctor spock parents.

they did not accept or respect me.

Not to any serious degree. They just enabled me not to grow up.

My brothers would occasionally make messes just to upset me and to stress me out and then take off running.

To a degree, yes.