Are there any people here who aren't very awear of dangers?

Post Reply New Topic

Are there any people here on the spectrum who often don't notice dangers or hazards?

Yes. All my life I was never afraid of actual dangers (storms, rapists, drunks, traffic) but only afraid of ridiculous things (opening the mail, the phone ringing, the alarm clock going off).

What are some of your non-realistic fears?

Mine:

Guns, even obviously unloaded ones.
Opening mail, especially from friends.
Seeing myself in a mirror.
Cameras.
A blinking red light, in the dark. Red only.
Alarm clocks going off.
Bees.
Heights.
Showering instead of taking a bath.
Cold water.
Cold weather.
Cold feet.
Being flirted with, in person not online, and only by men not women.
Going to work.
Being at work.
Leeches.
Injections/needles.
Team sports.
Public speaking.
Getting mad and losing control of myself.
Having bad breath, for no reason.
People looking or staring at me, even in a complimentary way.
Being the center of attention for any reason.
Being constantly misunderstood no matter how plainly I try to speak.
Being rejected.
Being abandoned.
Being homeless.
Going to prison.

I'm not one of them. I often imagine bad things happening and see dangers in lots of things, but the logical part of my brain keeps that in check.

Sometimes, maybe:

The way I chop vegetables terrifies other people--I'm unaware of unsafe technique, I guess...

I watered someone's garden for an hour during a thunderstorm (lots of "heat lightning"--no rain was falling) before it occurred to me that I was the tallest thing in an open space, and was soaking wet ....

I would have walked through a mess of downed power lines a few years ago if it hadn't been for the fireman that quickly stepped in front of me. (I just stared at him, and couldn't understand what he was telling me--he was pointing, though, and I registered the word "around"....as in "you need to go around" the downed power lines)....

Friends and family often stop me from walking into traffic....

My stepmum frequently reminds me not to stick my fingers into the toaster.....

Eh. I tend to walk out in front of cars if I cross the street, and someone has to block me or grab my arm.

Sometimes it happens around me. It's usually when I'm exausted. My concentration and focus goes down, and so does my guard. No one knows what could happen when I'm like that.

Yep! I was held up at gunpoint once and I giggled the whole time. Finally the dude just turned and walked away.

I aparently had no sence of danger as a kid. There was a rumor that somebody's pet mountian lion had escaped and I told my mother if I ever saw it, that I was going to play with it. I really said that to just get a rise out of her becuase I knew I was never lucky enough for a big cat to come over to my place. But my mom wouldn't let me play outside for weeks.

If some creeper grabed me, I would probably panick and give them a knuckle sandwich. My parents won't let me get a concealed carry permit because they think I would be too trigger happy and pop a cap in the ass of anyone who so much as looked at me wrong.

I guess to a point I qualify. I am not afraid of things like bad people in the dark. The bad people I met so far who did beat me up did it in broad daylight despite me doing ridiculous things like walking for >2 hours because I missed the last train home. I realized this difference when some of the most athletic guys I know suggested that I should take a taxi home because my normal walk home (just at night and about 11 pm) is too dangerous and that he was going to do just that. (OTOH, how do I know they are not delusional like most of humanity?)

OTOH, TV static freaks me out and I used to go ridiculous steps to avoid it (I am trying now to get over this fear...).

I'm not sure if this is a danger, but it's the same sort of thing. I am always putting my handbag at risk of being stolen. At the charity shop where I vollunteer, I work in a room at the back of the shop, and there's a table right near the door. I often sit there to have my sandwiches, and once after I finished I got distracted by another vollunteer there, and got up and left my handbag right on the table, with the zip wide open. After talking to the other vollunteer, I continued on the work I was doing and forgot all about my bag. Then somebody else came up and asked, ''who's this handbag here?'' I came rushing upto her and said it was mine, and this person started having a go at me for leaving it there right in front of the door and that it can only take 2 seconds for someone to creep in and grab my bag and run off without anybody even knowing. I knew that, but just forgot. I felt really embarrassed after that, plus angry with myself, and I shoved it in a locker.