The most Aspie thing you ever did?

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Today, I found my diagnosis notes/results from my Asperger's assessor. At the time, I was fascinated by Asperger's as a subject, just because I was 46 and hadn't really heard of it, other than a short book I found while browsing in a bookshop. I appreciated from an early age I didn't always think like others.

Somehow the diagnosis notes jogged my memory back to that period, around 2009. I can remember buying a large wallchart calendar purely for the purpose of marking any meltdowns with little red stickers. (How Aspie is that? And I wonder why I bought one so large - was I anticipating having so many of them?) At the end of the year I was pleasantly surprised by how few red stickers there were. Though I clearly remember the day in the building society/bank which deserved two red stickers. I still maintain they were being needlessly pedantic . I'm sure they're still weeping over my lost custom. Or perhaps not . The remarkable thing is, keeping the wallchart seemed a perfectly logical thing to do at the time. It's a good thing I can laugh at myself.

Anyone else any stand-out or funny Aspie moments?

The most aspie thing I ever did... hmm.

My best friend in high school changed her hair color and did her eyebrows differently one day. It took me like 30 minutes of eating lunch with her before I realized it wasn't a stranger who had sat at my table. I told her what happened, thinking she would find it funny... but she was just offended.

I forgot the name of who would end up being my fiancée on our first date....I said someone else’s name while we were making out.

That's a good one! I get so scared I'll mess people's names up that I avoid introducing people at parties.

One time during a heavy storm while water was flooding the streets i took a walk. On the walk I kept forgetting that the Traffic lights did not work. But every time i crossed a cross walk i kept pushing the button waiting for my turn

I am both face blind and have a poor memory for names. I generally just avoid saying people’s names in general for fear of messing them up, unless it’s completely unavoidable.

As for the most Aspie thing I have done... oh, gosh, there are so many to choose from. Well, for starters, there’s the time when I was in approximately fourth grade when I found a beetle at recess that I thought was really cool (insects were my special interest at the time) and showed it to a group of other girls, who immediately cried “Eeeeeew!”, then I spent the rest of recess wondering what the heck was so gross about a cool-looking beetle.

There was also the time when I was somewhere in my early teens, probably, where my (NT, two years younger) brother and I were cleaning the upstairs bathroom together and I was talking to him about The X-Files, which was my current primary interest, and then at some point he started telling me about a computer coding thing he’d done (coding was his primary interest at the time), and I completely forgot my manners, told him I didn’t really care, and went back to talking about The X-Files. Fortunately he took it pretty well.

Also the time when I was... maybe sixteen or so? Some age well past where one would expect this sort of behavior, where my brother and I were once again cleaning the bathroom together, and I just randomly tossed my sponge in his general direction and yelled “Sponge away!” We did then proceed to have a brief sponge fight where we tossed it back and forth at each other, until I accidentally tossed it out the open door and into my parents’ bedroom, where we weren’t supposed to enter unless we were emptying wastebaskets. After a quick and surreptitious retrieval, we decided maybe we shouldn’t do that any more

Eventually my mom realized that we are much more efficient if I clean the upstairs bathroom and he cleans the downstairs bathroom, because when we tried to clean one bathroom together, we did more goofing off than cleaning (and used far more Scrubbing Bubbles - we loved Scrubbing Bubbles (a foamy cleaner))

I hear of such problems from NTs, too. Perhaps a more typically AS thing was the time a nice young woman asked if I'd like to go for coffee, and I just said "No, thanks" because I didn't drink coffee. Years later, I realized that she wanted to talk. I also turn down offers of rides, etc. which are probably also chances to talk privately.

Can anyone tell me why I don't get notifications of replies any longer?

In 7th grade, I made my first kiss a tongue kiss that backfired on me(she broke up with me later that night). I didn’t realize the stigma of that sorta thing, especially among 13 year olds.

There was one time in middle school where a boy I didn’t really know asked for my phone number, but also at that time a group of students thought it was really funny just to say “hi” to me (I still don’t know why, maybe they were laughing at how I’d look away and softly mumble something back, because of my horrible social anxiety (I did eventually learn to at least look at the person who said “hi” and smile and nod in acknowledgement even if I couldn’t get an understandable “hi” out so people wouldn’t think I was deliberately ignoring them) - otherwise, I’ve got nothing), so I thought it was just another game of “confuse the Aspie” and gave him a strange look until he walked away. Several years later I realized that he probably had a crush on me and wanted to get to know me better

I'm not exactly in touch with my emotions. My entire life if ever I get yelled at I stay calm like it isn't happening, and usually just stare at the person's face. This frustrates the heck out of the yeller - on occasion causing them to storm off in a rage, or kick something, and sometimes they turn back and yell some more. No crying, fear, nothing from me.
The only people to ever cause me to loose my cool were my ex-husband or my kids.

I dig your approach, Belko.

People should just stop yelling at each other.

I met a grandmother at her garage sale, and gave her some garden seeds she couldn't find. Then, she started coming to my place late in the evening to borrow money for various "emergencies." I later learned that she is a compulsive gambler. I always got paid back, but it usually cost me major sleep crisis to collect. I asked her over and over to stop, or at least come back at a set time with an explanation of the rush (and, hopefully, some gratitude.) She tried to give me some preserves, so I gave her some in fancy jars that I had never opened, to make the point that I did not want such gifts. She still came back, and took advantage of my sympathy again, leaving me near-sleepless for days. I finally went to collect, and she said she'd have it later that day. I told her to just leave it in an envelope, and not to knock on my door. I then went home and put up a big "Do Not Knock" sign on the door. I had almost calmed down to sleep when she knocked. I yelled obscenities, which I do not regret in the slightest, since she finally paid attention.

I also caught a door-to-door salesman who had ignored my "do not disturb" sign three naps in a row, and gave him 20 minutes of high volume on the street.

Excellent. I highly approve : a) I strongly dislike anyone coming to my door who isn't a friend/familiy (postman/deliveries excepted); b) My naps are sacred. Sleep isn't so easy when you're an Aspie; c) I'm typical Aspie - when I've started work and I'm really focused, I'll do anything not to be distracted. I disconnected my front door bell 16 years ago. I have no intention of reconnecting it.

got so nervous about ppls coming up to front door haphazardly to knock about selling something put up a improvise wall around the porch and set the the door bell out there so they could ring to their hearts content and listen to it. Have had other aspie things that had cost me much more dearly but this one is easy to digest in light of above posts .

I don't know if what I do is aspie or not, but would it be along these lines?

For me it has to be when I worked for a sports store as a bike mechanic/sales assistant. We started working in the retail chain store and they were still finishing off building it. I put my hands on a freshly painted surface... Which had to be repainted... That's how new it all was. We were all newly employed staff and speciffically chosen for the departments we were going to work in.
We were shown around. Part of this tour involved looking at the managers office where we were shown a phone which would dial out the store (Of all the phones in the store only three could dial externally). Near the phone was a fax machine which was about 2ft x 2ft by about 1 1/2ft high. It looked the size of the old desktop photocopiers they used to make in the 1980's. I had heard of fax machines but didn't actually know what they did, so rather then make myself seem stupid in front of everyone, I waited and then I asked a co-worker. He was a little younger then me but he seemed to know as he said "You can fax things to people".
Well, I had done computer studies at school which involved either Commodore Pets or the then new in BBC Micro...(Which we had to program in basic) And then in college I used the early forms of CAD CAM as by then technology was growing soo fast, and then I did a couple of years in a bike shop and then half a year as a postman... So in the four or so years I had been outside of the technical advances... Well. This fax machine seemed to have taken things to a new level! I absolutely marvelled at how advanced technology had become! "Wow! I just have to try this!" I thought to myself...
I quickly found myself being promoted to being in charge of the bicycle department as the lady who was in charge didn't know much about the mechanical side, but she was great at organizing, and she was promoted to be the new deputy manager which really suited her tallents.
Now in my new position, I quickly discovered that not only was our store new, but right round the country all the other stores on my list were also new, and so was our head office who also didn't really know what they were doing either! However, my nearest store on the list had taken advice from one store in Bristol about 100 miles away where they used to do the exact same thing and were the omly store to be taken over , and the guys there found themselves doing the same things, even dealing with most of the same suppliers so they basically knew the ropes. The guy on the bike department was friendly so I was able to ask a few things... Anyway. For another reason I had phoned the head office and the guy there asked me a question to see if I knew something as he was learning... So I said I would try to find out. I phoned the Bristol store and asked and they had the answer, so I told the guy in charge of bikes the answer... And then it started to become hillarious. I had not told the head office I had rung the Bristol stoee to ask, so any questions the new 150+ stores located right round Britain and Northern Ireland had to the head office... They would pass on my store details and my name etc, and I would say I would phone them back... Ask Bristol... Phone them back with answers... I was speaking to so many different stores like this that I hardly had time to do my own work... I heard so many different accents from right round the UK... Haha! Eventually I thought it was much easier if they phones Bristol direct, but by then half the answers I knew the answers to... So things started to ease a little.
Now as we carried very few spare parts in store, any new bicycles which came in from the manufacturers with a damaged or broken part, I would choose a single bike that was the hardest to repair and take parts off that bike as it was far easier as a temporary measure. Now my manager asked about rhis bike and I said what I had done. It was an LTS which were made by Universal Cycles. My manager said to phone them up.
This was my first phone call in my official position as head of the bike department, and I had it in my head that I should act professional on the phone, and besides, I wanted to give a good impression of myself as I will be contacting companies like this quite often in times to come. So I rang them up full of confidence (Masking as I actually tend to shy away from phones!.. So I had my "Official" mask on!) and aas put through to the gentleman who was in charge of supplying parts. I explained the situation in my new found official voice... (Hehe! I chuckle thinking about it!) and the man said "Ok, I will send a lorry out to collect the bike"...
Well. I really wanted to impress and he had just given me an excuse to try something... And impress the man at the same time... so I replied "No worries. We have a FAX machine! I can "FAX" it to you!"
Well, you know when you get those silences on the other end of the phone where you have said or done something but can't quite make out what you have said or done....? Well, I had one of them untill the guy said "Ok. You do that then".
I then politely said my goodbyes and with hjs fax number in hand, I started wheeling the bike to the managers office.
Once I got the bike in the managers office, there wasn't a great deal of room. I picked the bike up in my hands and I stood there holding it in front of the fax machine. No sooner had I thought "How the... How are my going to fit this big adults bike inside that fax machine?" when the door opened and in came my manager who rather surprized said something that in a polite way means "What are you doing with that bike in my office?"
I told him I was faxing it to Universal cycles...
"You have not used a fax machine before have you?" he said... While I so wanted to say otherwize so I didn't feel stupid, but I had to admit that I had not used one before.
He then spent the next fidteen minutes explaining what it does and how to use it. Then it dawned on me..
I asked my manager "Umm. You couldn't phone Universal Cycles up foe me to explain?". He smiled and said "No, that's your job!"
Wow. What an embarissing phonecall I then had to make.. I forgot about all the official masking.. I got through.
"Ummm. Tell you what. I think we're going to need that lorry after all!" I said and quickly ended the conversation! I was soo embarised!