Most memorable/worst social moment for you

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I remember when I was in grade 7, we had our first school dance, and I was thrilled to participate. A girl came up to me and asked me to dance, and I said yes (It was a slow dance). We went out to the floor, and you know how kids that age dance; far apart, arms extended.

All was going well so far, but then she said "I can't do this" and left. It was only then that I realized that I was actually staring at her chest! My mind must have wandered off somewhere and I lost control of where I was pointing those damn eyes of mine.

I then proceeded to the nearest bench in a corner and I was crying, after all, I didn't do it on purpose. I was starting to draw a crowd to myself of about 5 people wondering what was wrong and such. I was starting to feel the social anxiety and walked out of the school.

The second and last dance I went to was in grade 8, almost a year and a half after the last one. I was feeling too anxious to ask anyone to dance, and ended up spending the whole evening by the punch bowl. I didn't even go to my grade 12 grad dance.

So what was your most memorable/worst social moment as a kid or adult?

edit: forgot to mention that I'm aspie to a pretty significant degree.

When I was in grade school my special education teacher noticed how socially awkward I was so they made me go to one normal class a day I guess so I could see how normal kids behaved. I went to this art class. It was weird I just showed up one day and the other students did not take to having this new student added to their class. They kept asking me why I was there and when I did not answer them the teacher kept telling them to mind their business. The art teacher had my special education class as one of her group of students so she knew about me not liking to be asked question or being crowded. I also could not stand to be touched or to touch people. This one girl who felt bad for me for being nervous so she tried to put her arms around me to hug me. The art teacher tried to yell no to her but it was to late I jumped up as she bent over to hug me as I was sitting. The chair must have been pushed by me or her I do not know but she must have closed her eyes as she tried to hug me becuase she did not notice me pop up to make an escape she fell over smacking her chin on the back of my chair. She cried her eyes out while people were calling me a spaz or ret*d. I never felt so bad in my life. Everyone hated me after that like you would not believe. The only time they talked to me was to insult me. For a whole year I wished to disapear but the teacher no matter how hard I begged made me stay. All I learned from the that class was that normal people hate me. i did not learn anytype of social behavior I did my artwork with my head down never saying a thing out of fear.

Last edited by Todesking on 27 Jun 2010, 1:06 am, edited 1 time in total.

When I was 17 all my friends claimed to have lost their virginities. I was always honest so like an idiot I said I didn't so they decided they were going to find me someone to have sex with or die trying. Back in the eighties there was only 4 fat kids in my school 2 boys and 2 girls. They found out one of the fat girls liked me so they asked if she would have have sex with me so she said yes. The whole day at school after they told me it was all arranged and sure thing I was becoming more and more nervous about the whole thing. I barely knew her she was one of the few girls that even bothered to talk to me thats all I knew about her.

When we talked it was mostly about one of my special intrests, horror films. My friends knew about me not liking to be touched or to touch someone and screwing involved both these distasteful actions for me. That night when they drove me over to her house they drove up the drive way then sped off before I could turn back. I did not know what part of Cheektowaga I was in so I just went up to her house door and rang the bell. She answered the door and let me in and took me to her basement. When it happened I was freaked out from the all the touching, the body heat, the dimly lit room and me having to touch her. She kept asking me why I wouldn't look into her eyes I just kept saying I do not know and quietly laughing nervously.

I was stuck being with her when it was done she could not stop touching my hair or arms. I forced small talk while I faked some eye contact by looking at her forehead. It was horrible I cannot see how some men can have one night stand or sex with a prostitute. When my friends showed up all I could think off was that at least thats one thing they could nolonger make fun of me for. Wrong, she talked to them after I got into the car and when we pulled out of the drive way they all started laughing at me saying some guys like big girls. Then they said it is usually the woman who fakes enjoying being with the man not the other way around. Me forcing myself to be with her gave them even more stuff to pick on me about.

One of my best friends thought I got excited by him at his birthday party and I got to watch him tell a girl I had been interested in for years that I was a homo.

I never went to any school dances, I knew I'd get in a fist fight and get suspended at the very least.

when I was in fourth grade I was walking back to class from the bathroom when this idiot slaps me in the back of the head then runs off so I chased him down the hall and slapped him back. Childish I know but I am no punk, no one is going to get a hit in on me and not pay. A teacher saw me do this and told me to come to him I stood their staring at him. When I did not go to him he grabbed the kid I smacked by the arm and made his way to me so I started to walk back towards the special education class I came from he caught me by the arm as I made it to the door.

The male teacher was yelling at me to listen to him the special education teacher was yelling at him to let me go but he did not. He asked us how would we feel if he made us hug each other until he said stop. I freaked out dropped to my side while screaming at the top of my lungs like he was killing me. Being on my side the teacher looked like he was dragging me. All these female teachers came out of their classes and started screaming at the male teacher to let me go. I thought some of them were going to kill him. He just flopped me over and said I was a little baby.

I kept telling the teacher I wanted to go home and started kicking stuff over and screaming at everyone. They had to remove the other kids from the class they said they were not going to let me go home until I calmed down because I was going to get everyone upset over nothing, The special education teacher was trying to explain everything to all the other teachers that the male teacher did not hurt me but I was freaking out from the thought of being forced to hug someone.

I don't really have super memorable social moments, just stuff that people have said about me after I've left the social setting.

This is why I am paranoid.

I probably do, but there're so many, either I can't remember all of them, or most of them I've repressed or something.


The one really bad memory I have was going to a Broadway show with my 6th grade class: Les Miserables. I remember asking if there were any loud noises in this( btw, there were: very loud cannons); well, my principal told me "no"; he also told me that he too was sensitive to loud noises( I don't believe him for a second to this day....he's deceased, btw).

I brought ear plugs along, just to be on the safe side.

Ear plugs did nothing.

I was covering my ears, crying like crazy, and screaming "make it stop"; after a while I just kept covering my ears...I figured if I stopped, more cannons would go off-- a few times, I was right.

So til the last day of school, I didn't hear the end of it( then again, that was pretty normal for me regardless...it was just worse now).

And then my teacher "helped" by explaining my situation to my fellow students. Oh, prepare yourself for this one, folks, and tell me how much this would've helped you out: "Russell has sensitive ears".

Care to guess how well that went down? Yeah....pretty much like that.

HEY RUSSELL WANT TO GO SEE METALLICA SATURDAY?

being yelled in your ear of course, yeah sounds about right.

my room-mate might say yes to it, but I don't even like Metallica.

I was saying it as a joke, Metallica is so loud that last I checked 4 out of 5 members of the band wore earplugs. I wouldn't even enjoy that.

to me, pretty much any live performance is really loud; I didn't know that.

And of course they have to make the live performance more interesting by adding pyrotechnics and all that sh!t.

Agreed. I listen to loud music....but when I went to my first concert and couldn't sleep cause my ears were ringing and there was only one song that was actually clear enough to make out what it was I gave up on live music.

I actually have no major desire to ever attend live performances: you kinda have to be into the music so much that you won't get bored watching the group dance around on stage or whatever, and to top it off, you have to deal with a very rambunctious/large loud crowd of people around you.

Just the whole thing seems like a massively annoying undertaking, and I have no desire to take part in it.

The massive meltdown that I had in my regular class, in 6th Grade. Nobody in that class liked me, after that. They all hated me.

I used to do lots of socially stupid stuff as a kid. Actually still now.

Probably the funniest was this:

I was drinking at a bar with my good gay guy friend. I remember looking over at him at one point and thinking "You know, I really love you." I had this feeling of wanting to hug him or kiss him but instead I slapped him in the face! Hahaha! He got all bitchy on me and said "Don't you EVER do that again."