What were you like as a child?

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And if I did work at Area 51, do you think I'd be able to hang here on this public forum and spill all the juicy details?

No, I'm from Norway, and I work as a freelance system developer consultant. Or programmer (which sounds dull by the way).

It always strikes me how diverse we all are: I could do a little algebra but couldn't do geometry. One of us was afraid of plants and I was obsessed with trees. Someone else could tie their shoes at an early age, and I was 8 before I could tie mine. Lots of differences.
By contrast people not on the spectrum often seem very alike to me. Yet few of them seem to understand that we are not all the same.
I hope this didn't come out looking like gibberish, I've been having trouble putting words together recently

happy but hell on earth if any of kid teased me

I ran wild when I was really young...My parents worked swing shifts...um...and at times, I wandered all over the neighborhood by myself.
I got ridiculed a lot by the neighborhood kids even when I was really little. I was bullied and abused by some of the neighborhood boys.
I had a lot more freedom than other little girls..and I felt really different than other girls...All my heros were male, like Mowgli and Pinocchio...I would pretend to be them..I also pretended to be Jesus and King Tut...
I had one dress that I wore as a costume specifically because it it had a circle skirt, and I wore it for spinning in circles.
I took my clothes off in public sometimes when I was really little, ..like in the movie theater...
I did stuff like wear my tap shoes to school, or carry books with me to school to imitate the "school books" that I saw represented in cartoons and whatnot...(namely Pinocchio)
I overfed my parents fish, and caused them to die.
I loved playing musical instruments, though I never received formal instruction. I would make up musical "stories"...
After I started public school, things rapidly spiraled downhill. Ways in which I was emotionally and developmentally delayed became glaringly obvious. I was at the bottom of the pecking order and was bullied a whole lot and treated with disdain by many teachers...I was sent back to the 3rd grade once..As I got a little older, my sensory issues seemed to get a bit worse..I would get headaches at the drop of a hat..had to leave the room whenever they sprayed Lysol....every little thing bothered me....I sat out a lot during P.E....could not endure group-games....
I was really bad at self-care skills...like basic hygiene and dressing myself in a non-ridiculous way....Between the ages of 7 and 12 every school photo of me is a disaster....dark circles under eyes, buck teeth, ragged hair..as I was prone to cut my own hair just for the hell of it...ugly glasses, over-sized, outdated and/or androgynous clothes...To make matters worse, I started gaining weight, so that by the fifth grade I was obese.
I had delusions of grandeur regarding my special interest. I was obsessed with the library, and was certain that one day I would become a writer...Also with singing...and art..I would draw portraits of classmates and try to teach some of my peers how to sing....blah blah blah...i have rambled on enough..I sorta normalized by Jr. High...or attempted to anyway...I was always weird..just not so much of a train wreck..

more of a handful than any of my siblings, and hated the fact that I was put in a special school where I was the brightest in the whole entire school and my siblings were all in mainstream, which I wanted to be in, I mentioned it several times through the course of my childhood, throw in the epilepsy dx at 13 and the hidden AS dx at 14 then you get me in my childhood, a frustrated aspie kid feeling that things were against him, but here I am in my adult years and I've done so much more than I ever thought, lol

My mother said when I was a baby I only cried if I was wet or hungry, did not cry to be held. Did not talk as a toddler but not sure whether this was a lack of ability or choice. She said I started having problems at age 2. I was almost assessed as borderline MR before 1st grade but after 1st grade was tested again and was reading at a 5th grade level. I actually wet my pants at a public school function because I was too shy to tell the teacher I had to go. Lived in a dream world-did a lot of drawing. I was lucky that I had siblings to play with. I always hated church because of the scratchy uncomfortable clothes and didn't know how to talk to the other kids in Sunday School. I had nightmares on a regular basis. I was a chronic bedwetter and was on anti-anxiety meds and in play therapy as early as 3rd grade. I don't know what the meds were (this was the 60's) but it was a clear liquid and tasted nasty. My father called it kick-a-poo joy juice. That's from Li'l Abner. When I was 5 I crawled into my father's lap and told him I thought I should set myself on fire. I was totally a spaced out kid.

Oh yeah..i was a chronic bed wetter too..and unfortunately for my parents...after a certain point I could not stand to sleep alone.. ..which meant I was always peeing on somebody...

The professional wisdom of the day was that I was only doing it to get attention and should be punished. Worst advice ever. When you are punished for something you can't control that's the beginning of learned helplessness.

Between roughly the ages of 7 and 10, or so, I wanted to variously "be" everything from an astronaut to a Native American. I also had a "boyfriend," according to my mom, from kindergarten or first grade through fourth. His name was Wayne, and he and I had apparently gotten into trouble at school because we'd been caught kissing in class (?!). Ahhh, the irony.

An incident from fourth grade (which proves to me that I was indeed an empathetic/sympathetic child) has stuck with me to this day. The class was preparing for Valentine's Day, and we were busy creating fancy paper mailbags for our desks. The class was told that Wayne wasn't participating in the Valentine's Day preparation festivities because his parents were Jehovah's Witnesses, and thus did not observe the holiday. I was furious and distraught that Wayne couldn't have any Valentines (my friend had to suffer this injustice because of his parents' choices?!), so I made him a desk mailbag and brought him Valentines from home, anyway. I don't remember what transpired afterwards, unfortunately. I never saw him again after that school year because his family moved to Utah or Wyoming, or something. Horrendous.

Same as I am now.

That's a little young for suicidal ideation but there you go. I knew I was an alien even at 5.