What were you like as a child?

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The last supper thing was in front of all my grandmas humourless (anglican) church friends, who had previously thought I was a "nice" little girl..oh well, not long after after I shaved my eyebrows off and cut a wonky fringe with my dads razor so I was spared some of that. I looked like a baby seal.

The only things I got in trouble for round about that age were bringing home a dead birds wing and head, and forgetting about them.....until my sock drawer was full of maggots. Apparently I also worried them by recreating an armed sige/massacre with my Sindy dolls and a bottle of kethcup. In between my attempts to "make over" the cat, who often had nailpolish, trimmed whiskers or baby clothes on.

big "the privates"

you sound like you were an amazing child! XD. i dislike the humourless types....bah, humbugs!
that's pretty icky about the dead birds however. XD.

i know. it cracked me up when my sis told me. XD

I'm seriously shocked at some of the stuff you lot got away with! Then again, my mom had OCD, and suffered from depression and debilitating anxiety, herself. Mom didn't work outside of our home, so there were never any opportunities for real mischief. We kids weren't allowed out of her sight or out of the yard unless she knew exactly where we were going, had called a playmate's mom to verify that a parent would be home if we were going to play elsewhere, etc. She watched us like a hawk, and was terrified that something horrible was going to befall us anytime we were outside the house. Playing indoors, we got yelled at if we made big messes or lots of noise, and most of our play was supervised. I wonder what kind of kids my brothers and I would've been if my mom had been more "normal"...

perhaps less well behaved?

Probably!

Though I *did* do stuff that was sneaky, and, in hindsight, a little disturbing. At around the age of 10 or 11, I was already extremely interested in sex. I drew numerous pictures of men and women engaged in sexual acts, and hid them on the top shelf of my closet. I dunno where I got these ideas, because my parents, though not really prudish, never watched risqué movies in front of us kids, or spoke of sexual acts, etc. My huge mistake was in gleefully showing these drawings to my younger cousins...

I can't believe I'm sharing this, but I was also obsessed and fascinated with the more disgusting aspects of the body (including offensive bodily odors, excrement, and dandruff), even though I was simultaneously repulsed by them. This may have been due, again, to my mom's OCD. For her, the need for personal cleanliness was elevated to the point of neurosis, which extended to the three of us kids. Mom couldn't even urinate without scrubbing her hands and washing her genital area thoroughly afterwards, for example; I became phobic of dirt and personal odors, and was shocked and amazed (and horrified!) when I encountered people who were lax in their hygiene habits. This caused no end of embarrassment when I got older; I remember asking a girl with reeking underarms in my junior-high homeroom how often she showered, claiming that I was doing a survey on hygiene for some class. What a freak!

ooh! that's awful!! XD.

well, the sexual thing isnt that wierd. i was a horny child as well. i used to have my toys "do it". i also used to joke about it and get all curious about swear words with my little friends. and i knew how to strum my instrument as early as 3, but i didnt know what it was at the time. XD. and whats awful! i remember finding drawings my mother put in her office that i drew.......the dinosaurs had private parts i think i was trying to be anatomically correct, though. XD
i think i might have said too much, but lol, you werent being wierd. unless i happen to be excruciatingly wierd....

I don't remember what I was like much.

What I do remember...
Liked Pokemon.
Dinosaurs were an obsession at some point; more specifically, T-Rexes.
Watched horror movies.
Mom says I was a listless child, though I recall having more energy back then than I do now.
My best friend (and for most points in my life back then, the only friend) was one of my cousins. (we've gotten a lot more... distant in recent times though.).
My depression started around the age of seven-ish. So did suicidal thoughts and such. I remember contemplating a butcher knife once while my mom was at work... and then I got distracted by, of all things, Pokemon. I didn't want to miss the new episode.
Thoughts of "running away" were pretty frequent. I often tried to convince my cousin to run away with me, but she never wanted to, and as much as the idea appealed to me, I didn't want to go alone.
As bad as depression was, I was actually happier back then than I am now, even though now my depression isn't as bad.
I knew I didn't want kids, even back then. Mom & grandma kept trying to convince me otherwise. They've learnt better over time now, as my opinion is still the same.



Other than that, most of the other things I remember... are mainly the same. I mean, the same as I am now.

I used to get sick migraine headaches and throw up a lot. They thought it was motion sickness at the time, but the headache part was horrible. They would often have my big sister clean me up, and she was actually nice about it. It was the worst when I was about 7, I didn't know how to tell them my head hurt.

I got really intense headaches too...

Very nervous in primary school all the way thru grade 4.
It was almost torture, but I never voiced my mind..... I appeared sad.

I was usually quiet until something caught my interest.
Asked a lot of questions about many things and hence loved to hang around adults or 'big people' as I called them then.
And very sensitive ; easliy distraught when someone else was afflicted in someway.

awww, you sound like you were like this kid i ran into at camp...i had painted his face, and he was really nervous and shaking...made me feel really bad. and then like, a hour later, he came up to me with his painting smeared all overis cheeks, and muttered something about scratching his face, and he was terrified i would be angry! i felt so bad and redid it for him.

^I can somewhat relate with him.


Early school was just 'unsettling' as I didn't know how to act or have any instincts about the social environment; and was on edge internally for several years .... I sat at my desk and worried about worry and at home worried about the worry at school.
It was an alien world to me there......but it wasn't all bad and did ok with the work and I impressed a science teacher there as I had entered a science fair project that would have placed 1st had I been in grade 5 but landed 2nd place instead.
She( Doctor _____ )noted on my report card as myself being " one of the worlds great thinkers" in the making and enjoyed my deeper questions and company there.

my report cards said i was lazy, and had potential. .

my report cards said i was lazy, and had potential. .

hmm...double post, must destroy...

*gets distracted and plays with my high strung cat*

i do not remember what i was "like" as child because i had no idea of how other people saw me.
all i remember about "how" i was as a child, is that i was the same "me" as i am now except somewhat less experienced (not much less experienced but somewhat).

i think i was like i am now then, but i had less freedom and my ODD was very hard to suppress. now i have freedom, i am quite complacent except for triggering scenarios.
when i was a child there were an abundance of "triggering" scenarios.

i have ODD and AS and it is difficult for me to apportion aspects of my reactions to one or the other.

i think my ODD is the urge in me that i can not suppress that says "no! this is certainly unsatisfactory and i will not tolerate it", and my AS is the way i experience that urge and express it, and it is the reason i see no possible consequence of my impending action.
i will talk to people who hinder me in the same way i will talk to a dysfunctional computer in my office late at night.

i think if i was dragged back into childhood, and i had a little body, but i retained my present way of thinking, i would not act any differently than i did then.

the best part about growing into an adult is that all the ogres and suppressors stand aside, and they must let me proceed.