How did you relate to adults in childhood?

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When I was a child I never had any problems relating to people of my mother's age; her acquintances and adult members of family who were never specially respected nor treated like sacred cows by me, in fact I loved meddling with their private matters.

In one word, I behaved quite as if I was one of them, equal to them. In contrast to my peers they never expected me to take part in things like physical activities or team plays I hated and didn't know how to deal with. They were predictable and took care of me, it's everything I expected from them. They always listened to me carefully and admired my intelligence and erudition, knowledge of sophisticated words.

I too, related better to adults. To this day, I feel I have more in common with members of my parents' generation than with my own.

I vacillated between being discounted by them and defying their very existance with every weapon in my arsenal.

I related better to adults than to people of my own age.
When my mother had guests, I would talk to them because they were always talking about something interesting. They didn't view me as a freak but as they put it..."Sophisticated" and "bright".

Even now at course, I relate more to the tutor than the other students.

Well, I was like brittany and irulan in this case. I got along more with the adults, and was more interested in them, than the kids. I never really had too much respect for the teachers, but still spent an inordinate amount of time with them. When a repair/installation/tech guy was in sight, I would gravitate towards him and ask him questions. They generally considered me intelligent and nice.

Adults either loved me or hated me. I got along with them better than I did with other kids. I would try to become friends with them, but my parents disapproved. My parents strictly forbid me to socialize with other adults. They said it was because they didn't want anyone else "imparting their values" on me. Yes, my parents had some wacky ideas; my family was like a dictatorship or a cult.

I was also afraid to talk to adults because of the way the kids who did were treated by other kids. I would turn down the teachers' offer to sit with them at lunch and instead sit alone because I didn't want to be the target of more bullying.

I also always joined conversations between my mother and her guests (rare guests, I must say; she invited others to our home very rarely because she was ashamed of my behaviour) what invariably irritated her, especially if we take into account that when a guest annoyed me, I used to pay her back telling her rude things concerning her looks.

i didnt like being a kid and acted more like an adult when i was little

I think my despising adults had more to do with every single one of them that I knew being a betrayer and conduit for pain towards a small child. I never trusted anyone over 10.

Being a child, when forced to deal with my peers I imitated adults' manner of behaving and especially their manner of speaking what had to cause a sensation of strangeness in those children. When I was about 5, my mother's friend paid us a visit taking her two sons (both about my age) with her. I must admit I completely didn't know what to do with those kids (the only children I had dealt until then were my two cousins) so I behaved artificially, like a little old lady who did her best to be as hospitable as it's possible, showing my favourite places to those boys. I don't remember if we played something, my memories of the visit boil down to my anxiety "what should I do with those boys?" and relief that in the end there was something I could do - showing them favourite places of mine, like for example the hazel tree growing on the farm.

I had a love-hate relationship with adults. I liked the fact that they talked to me about intellectual stuff, but at the same time, adults were authority figures. My parents were very strict with me (but not my NT older sister), so I became very wary of adults. Even more so, I lived in a small city where everybody knew everybody, so any adult on the street could potentially become the Thought Police, and tell my parents if they saw me do anything wrong. As a result, my relationship with adults other than family members was limited to having intelligent conversations. Anything else could be viewed as crimethink (a 1984 reference).

I was always shy I think. Quiet. Once I went to pre school I was kicked out the first day. The woman touched my face ... she pinched my cheek...I remember it like yesterday....I spit on her..she yelled pulled my chair to the corner and told me to stay there ....I threw the chair at her. I was kicked out. I do not know why I did this but she reached into my world uninvited...she touched my face for crying out loud!! !! I can really tell ya why I did it I just did! I can make excuses all day but really do not know why!

I talked to lot of adults when I was a kid and as I got older it got less and less because I am shy and I just found it difficult what to say. But it's because I'm older now so they are my peers.

I recently saw a video taken in the summer of 1987 (I was 4.5) and in the video all the other kids were chillin on the swingset (at my house, we thru a BBQ and invited the neghbboorhood for the 4th of july) and I was the only child chillin with the adults. All the adults seemed to enjoy my company I was very friendly and very talkative. It was an interesting video and I seemed quite intelligent for my age.

Adults liked me and I liked them. I found them more interesting than other children and they thought I was better behaved. My teachers also thought I was well behaved, but equated my shyness and inability to interact with other children to immaturity. Paradox.

As a kid, I always related better to adults than to people my own age. Well, most kids my own age wanted nothing to do with me either.