Remember Something Fun You Did As A Kid

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How did you see them?
Did you have binoculars or something?
Or, was it just easy to see?

I remember watching fireworks in our backyard. I had the brilliant idea to bring my cat out to watch with me. It was fun in my mind....
but, she peed herself and ran away.

It was fun in my mind.

Your dad sounds like mine, always bringing home pets!

Here's my bird story. It's not as psychotic as it sounds, although it was still horrible.

Our bird was really sick on New Year's Eve and the veterinarian was closing for holidays, so he told my mother to open our oven and set the cage on the open door, with the oven temperature warm enough to provide heat like an incubator and with a doll's blanket over the cage to trap the heat. We did this and I remember everything was good when I went to bed. I woke up to the sound of my mother crying. Turns out our oven was faulty and the temperature control didn't work right. The temperature had shot up really high, the edge of the blanket caught fire and ... killed the bird, between smoke, flame, and high temperatures. It was really, really upsetting as you can imagine, but I did hear the vet give those instructions!

Boy Scout Binoculars.

So much for being "Clean" and "Reverent" ...

Flew kites on the hill of our town. Made kites beforehand. Flew cardboard aeroplanes which were far superior to typical paper aeroplanes but relatively home made too, like kit planes.

Rigged a triggering device to my bedroom door and connected it to my alarm clock. This was to discourage my sisters from entering my room without my permission. Unfortunately, mom was collecting laundry that day...

Your mom is like my XH’s friend’s dad-
The friend is Raymond who most definitely has ASd (u wd have to meet him to see how he is which FYI is all good things
or cute or funny things -
but they make his life more difficult while ppl around him including XH often use him like a servant which hurts his feelings)

Raymond has tons of stories of his family n dad eating his pets in really grisly n awful ways (eg he was trying to kill a rabbit by restraining it down n slamming a garage door on it repeatedly)

He even has a story about his aunt n uncle in china when he went to visit who had what he thought was a pet dog fr him n then later they killed n cooked it into a soup. The way he found out was at dinner he said wheres the dog i want to give him some of this n they said you're eating him

(The stories he tells and the way he says it makes it sound v funny but he doesnt mean to be)

Raymond hates his dad as he is an alcoholic who beat his mom when he was growing up n contributed little to the household so his mom had to work a lot to try n provide.
She died a few yrs ago of cancer. When she was in remission i told XH to send Raymond some special foods n supplements to help his mom as well as send over some dishes i made fr them n he always said no.
The reason I thought of that was because raymond had done a TON of kind acts fr us n always helped extremely.

In the end i emailed Raymond a whole nutrition n supplement plan fr his mom since XH was not willing to give even that to him.
He thanked me a lot n actually used it

The reason I mentioned the above story is to illustrate that ASD ppl are not only taken advantage of, but that NT ppl might take it fr granted n continue to treat them with disdain n do not respond with the respect n kindness that they are given. Instead it seems they disrespect such ppl instrwd of being grateful n honouring them

played this as a kid, again as a teen, and still as an adult, i played toontown. it was a fun pass time, still is.

I watched a news program and counted how often the different anchors blinked in a minute to figure out what was normal. I kept track for a few nights then tried to teach myself how to look directly into a mirror and blink that many times in a minute, by instinct. I tried to teach myself the rhythm. This was my way of trying to learn eye contact and how often to blink or look away in conversations.

I think I failed, because I'm still criticised for either staring or not looking at people enough.

I did something similar- i wd record my voice talking about somethingv(usually just copying a dialogue from a book) and play it back to hear if my nuances n pauses were ‘correct’

Also constantly replaying conversations (in my mind) while looking in the mirror n mimicking whatever feelings I felt (which wd incite me to make the expressions on my face ) and trying yo discern whether that looked normal

My youngest brother (who got an ASd diagnosis that he hid from us initially) also did that. He also used big words in sentences to see if he understood the meaning correctly (he would check if ppl were responding to it like normal or laughed at him fr misunderstanding the word)

I think ASd ppl are good at using cause and effect to figure out such things almost scientifically... now imagine how much further we cd have gone in the skills we struggled to attain—
with proper therapy in our early years!

Proper therapy ... never! I wasn't even diagnosed ASD until last spring.

The most insight or useful help I got was after my stroke in 2015. I had Speech Language Pathologists come to my house to assess my executive function. That was the first time I heard that term "executive function". They did lots of tests and kept saying that my executive function was weak because of the stroke, but I was thinking "none of these impairments are new... I've always been like this". I wasn't diagnosed ASD at that time so I didn't understand why my executive function had been poor my whole life, and meanwhile the therapists kept saying it was because of my stroke. Little did they know.

I would put my little chair (not so little for me at time lol) on the bed and arrange my duvet over it, creating a cave that i liked to play in and use as a 'secret' place.



I always enjoyed exploring.

where I first lived, there was an area of high grass and the fence towards the rails that I liked to explore; there was also a path I liked to explore, but not alone because I had to pass some big boys that I found intimidating (they never did anything to me, but I was wary of them just the same). I loved getting my grandfather to come along with me, but he didn't really like that path, he thought it was too muddy.



In elementary school, after the Christmas plays and stuff, we would play cops and robbers in the empty corridors. It was my favorite game to play with other kids, and I found it very exciting to roam the empty school and especially the places we were kept out from in day time (basement). The other kids didn't understand my fascination, but to me it was exciting and fun. I wasn't up to no good, just exploring.

These are both exactly like me! I loved anything to do with forts, caves, hide-away spots or small spaces, especially if there was a soft blanket or sheet as one of the walls. It felt dainty but safe and cosy to build forts with bedding. I also loveeeedd going through my school at night. I totally forgot about that. I still dream about one big "pod" area with open-concept classrooms that I only got to explore at night after such events.

I also have a fun memory of lying on my back under the legs of my bedroom desk, and using a pencil to write the dates / predictions of when I thought things would happen in my life, onto the wood. It was my secret spot for writing notes on the underside of my desk so no one would see. I wrote dates such as when I thought I'd have my first kiss, first _ _ _, when I would get married, etc.

When the assessment lady said "Are you fascinated by dates?" I thought she meant the fruit. Then I thought she meant "going on a date". When she said "No, dates on calendars!", all I could think was of the "date hoarding" I did underneath my desk with all those predictions.

I made a little 'cave' under some wild rose bushes and box elder trees, and then furnished it with a discarded lawn chair (that I repaired), a couple of old milk crates, and some citronella candles. From March until September, and for five consecutive years, it was my secret refuge from all of the conflict going on in my parents' house. I could 'disappear' and still be within calling distance of the house. With a little careful trimming of the leaves and branches, I could observe everything going on in the immediate area without being seen. I wish I could go back.

Speaking of caves I remember trying to find spots like that too and that reminded me of Tom Sawyer. When he got lost in the caves with Becky.

The doorknob thing. I had no inclination to care about doorknobs but because Tom Sawyer valued it enough to give to Becky as a treasure, I too begged to keep my aunt’s old doorknob that had to be replaced.

Oh i did the hiding away in hedge thing too with prized toys n books there with a neighbourhood pal.

It wd be sad to be so paranoid about the world due to current events and bad ppl, that one could no longer allow kids to play n linger outdoors like that