how was your childhood?

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My childhood was rather plain.i had no one to play games with neither did i understood how to play games.it was blank.mo joy.i have seen most kids are lively and naught where i was the most quiet of all kid.i didnt like it.i felt like a prison.
how was childhood for you?

terrifying.
weird.
brilliiant
eccentric
sad

Deprived, abusive, confusing, very shy, extreme fears, suicidal, angry, crazy, wild, out of control, lost, lonely, withdrawn and very sad, low self esteem and the rest okay. I know there was times I didn't feel like that and was happy but can't really think of nothing special.

An unmitigated disaster.

In addition to having AS, I had HORRIBLE parenting. My father verbally abused me and my mother didn't have a clue how to raise a child.

Hence, I am 37 years old and on federal disability.

Mine was pretty good despite the abuse I got from other kids. I had parents who loved me and cared and my mother was willing to try and understand me and made me feel normal in the family. She treated my brothers the same so I wouldn't feel there was something wrong with me and she didn't take me to therapies where I would feel broken and I needed to be fixed. Instead I did gymnastics to help my coordination, my brother needed it too because he also had problems too with his balance and it helped him a lot. I also did voice lessons and that was also therapy and I had a speech therapist where she didn't make her students feel broken and I had a occupational therapist who also didn't make kids feel broken and I was in group therapy so I could meet other kids who also had problems too and the teacher gave out chips as a reward for participating and we trade them in for prizes. We each had a cup we kept our chips in and we were allowed to save them and we saved them up to trade them in for a prize.

Yeah I had a dad who yelled and hit when he lose his temper and a mother who made her mistakes with me. She also threatened us kids such as when we get restless in the car or we start fighting, she threaten to dump us on the side of the road and we would have to walk home. We all believed her. It got us to behave and stop being typical kids in the car. She also did other threats with me such as threatening to pack all my toys away and I would have nothing to play with, and she has always followed through what she say she was going to do like if she said she was going to give us a consequence for doing something or if we don't do something, she would give us it. She kept her word so it taught me to listen. She also punished me for every time I didn't follow the rules. She started with me when I was very young in my toddler years. Even when I was two I was already being given punishments. Spankings and being made to leave the fake ship at a mall here for pushing someone off the ship because she wouldn't move. She just yelled at me "You don't push" and pointing her finger up int he air and waving it back and forth and told me to slide down the stern wheel and we were leaving. I did a typical kid thing, I knew I wasn't allowed to push but because my mother wasn't around, I thought I would get away with it so I pushed the little girl off because I got tired of waiting for her to get out of my way, then my mother appeared out of nowhere and yelled at me. I am sure she was just talking to another parent and she wasn't in my sight but she was still watching me. Because I didn't see her, I assumed she was gone. Also a normal two year old thinking since they lack TOM. They think if they can't see you, you can't see them and I did just that.

Even autistic kids can do normal kid things such as thinking they can get away with breaking a rule and they also test them too. Temple did it. She tested her boundaries.

Don't ever take me back there I would kill myself - for years it was hell. Maybe it seems like I am exaggarating and not easy if you have AS.
However, it was f*****g torture. Never ever want live that again. I should have been happy. That is my natural temperament. You was a lovely little girl - I was told. I was good, easy to look after.

I don't remember that! I must have been just a stupid baby or docile.

Very difficult but I was also told I was easy to look after. I had 2 boisterous siblings and I'm sure it was a relief to everybody that I just sat in the corner. I used to feel sick all the time from stress at secondary school but my anorexic sister was getting all the attention at that point. Perhaps the hardest things were the continual criticism from other girls for being completely clueless, being managed all the time by people who seemed to think they knew what was best for me and being despised by people who wrote me off as a waste of space.

I must have really confused my family but I feel that they often assumed I had nothing to say so why ask?

Shy and silent.
I was scared of new things, hated change and often wandered around absorbed in my own thoughts.
I think because of my NT siblings that I eventually learned how to play, but I think it took it more serious.
I loved animals more than people.

Eccentric...unstable..it went through a lot of different phases.

It was very adventurous when I was very little, and sometimes dangerous and scary. There was a lot of art and music around, but there were also scary babysitters...some of them really scary. My mom struggled with pretty serious mental health issues, and my dad drank...or maybe they both did.

Even though I was very different when I was very young, but I went through a sort of serious regression that maybe started around the age of 6. That is when life began to get very uncomfortable, things seemed a lot more cloudy and confusing, my development seemed to falter, i seemed to forget things that I had known before. A lot seemed to be connected with my starting school, and it's shock upon my system. Because of troubles I seemed to start having, my first grade teacher was abusive towards me on a regular basis. I started being bullied. School was a nightmare.

The situation deteriorated within my family...there was a lot of fighting and whatnot...also poverty...We moved to a small house infested with fleas. My social and self-care skills continued to be a mess. My parents continued to struggle with personal issues..School continued to be a nightmare.

Then..when I was around 12...a very troubled and depressed 12 year old, my dad's dad bought us a house. This improvement on our standard of living really helped us out in many ways. The school district had more money. I was able to squeeze in a couple of semi-decent developmental years which helped me evolve into some semblance of a "normal" teenager.
yay!
,,in summery, parts of my childhood were kinda like going through a dark tunnel...from which I eventually emerged...sorta..

I had a pretty good childhood - all things considered. My parents were very supportive of my special interests, I had a few close friends - and even though there was a fair amount of teasing & bullying, I did quite well in school. I was usually the odd one out, but a lot of people (including my parents) seemed to view that in a positive light. It certainly didn't hurt that my main special interest during my early school years was rockets & the space program - in the '60s that was actually considered kind of cool.

Sometimes I wonder how things would have gone for me if anyone thought there might be a reason for my being different. As it was, I learned to stay away from people & situations that might cause me distress - most of the time. I learned early on that team sports didn't suit me - both from a coordination perspective & from a teamwork perspective - so I avoided them. I quickly learned who the bullies were, so I avoided them (although I think they sought me out from time to time.)

Sometimes I just blundered my way through activities - un-organized sports (the kind you play with friends, not like Little League), Boy Scouts, etc. - and even had fun at them. All along the way, I managed to have a small circle of friends (not always the same people) who kept me from feeling too different.

(I'm feeling pretty good today. Ask me tomorrow & I might tell the story with a more negative spin.)

The best word to describe my childhood is nothing. I had no friends (the more things change the more things stay the same), I did everything on my own, including playing sports. My parents spent no time with me at all, and everything that was fun, I did by myself at home or in the backyard. I had toys, so I can't complain, although they were not expensive. I had terrible anxiety even then, but the worst part was I had no one to confide in. I felt so alone, and lost. But at least I had the tele, and some good times with my younger brother.

Mine was excellent come to think of my ASD.

Very good. There's no way I can compare it to my pre-teens and teens that were times of horror.

In my childhood I didn't interact besides with my family a little. I had no idea about that people were real.

I had almost the same rigid routines every day. I always knew what to expect.

I was treated as if I was normal or one of a kind. Not sure which one.

I had my own garden in which I could play in safely.

It was perfect!

My was perfectly f****d up!
'happy days boldy say,
I guess you are a better person than most because you had better parents.

Not both. One like a great empath, one like a psychopath. I was so fortune as that my parents separated when I was a toddler and that I didn't see the bad guy again until a century later.

I was beaten and shouted at by my father, forced to listen to my parents having screaming matches, watched my mother die a slow, painful, laborious death from cancer, was forced to move house and lost all contact with my friends, became my stepmother's scapegoat, had a nervous breakdown on my fifteenth birthday, contemplated suicide, but decided against it, became bitter and jaded towards practically all humanity.

So yeah, that might explain why I'm such an as*hole.

And don't think I wrote this because I want your sympathy, I've gone long enough without any to care.