Nicknames due to being an Aspie?

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As a kid (ages 3 to 8 ):
Professor: this had to do with my constant talking about intellectual stuff.
The Miserable: another way of telling me "it sucks to be you", based on the anglicization of the movie title "Les Misérables".
Hermit Crab: I constantly played in a corner somewhere reciting stories in my head.
Klutz: this one's self-explanatory.

As a pre-teen (ages 9 to 13):
Stupid: took me a year to figure out that it referred to my social skills, not intellect.
Overachiever: I constantly and openly worried about grades, due to my parents' extreme strictness about them (other students didn't know that).
Idiot: a variation of "stupid"

In high school (ages 14 to 17):
Loser: someone who doesn't fit the NT template
Gay: a rumor that NT kids like to spread to no end
Flamer: another way of saying "gay"
(my own name said in a derogatory tone): after leaving high school, I had difficulty reacting normally to hearing my name for months.
ret*d: so "popular," it needs no explanation.

College and Beyond (ages 18 to present):
No nicknames. Although a few people still describe as a little eccentric, most accept it as a given, and do not give me hard time. I'm still getting used to it.

The nickname the really upset me the most was "Sally" largely for my football skills which were much to be desired, due to the typical aspie motor skills. I got that name because I had a reputation of playing the game like a girl and could kick a ball no better.

I have recently acquired the nickname of "Captain Quirk" from my friends. Of at least three I can think of including myself, we have various psychological differences. Quirky is cool.

Paulsinnerchild wrote: The nickname the really upset me the most was "Sally" largely for my football skills which were much to be desired, due to the typical aspie motor skills. I got that name because I had a reputation of playing the game like a girl and could kick a ball no better.

Did you still want to play? Do you wish you hadn't?
I have two kids with gross motor skills problems and they want to play sports but it's really a tragedy and the team hates it. (the coach has a hard time too!) Their teachers and other parents I talk to say to go ahead and let them but I question the wisdom in this. (social suicide!)
They come by it honestly, though. I was always the last to be picked for teams; except for the fat kid, which was stupid because the fat kid always played better than I did! What do you think?

jammie - (given by a teacher because i am alsways moving and my name is jamie)

twat - a name i often get called.

prick - susp

Doc - susp

icky licky - because i lick people

the silent one

as for sports, i was lucky. during the last year of primry school i helped ref the matchs at breaktime of the younger years with the techers help because i knew the rules.

jammie

i just remberd the people in games workshop call me "silent bob" becasue i never talk in the shop.

jammie

One of my teachers nicknamed me 'smiley' because I never actually smiled at anything. It took me about twenty years to catch on to the irony.

my nickname at school was 'syndrome' their fave line was hey syndrome clap your hands backwords and try to lick your ears and say duhhhhhhhhh'

im now 21 and only just and so been properly diagnosed with aspergers. before this i first noticed i wasnt the same as other people when i was 10. b4 that i did have friends. apparently my mum had to fight with my school to get me some support because i was not diagnosed but it way easy for her to see i had problems apparently. i made a friends who was diagnosed with autism in secondry school and it was here that i noticed some of the things he did and said and the way he obsessed over one thing was the same as me. he liked to draw pokemon characters al the time and had every episode of it on video. it was here that i started to watch pokemon and take interest in it and i still like to watch it now. my obsession is my drums. once somebody mentions drums to me that it. my mum tells me no1 can get a word in to talk to me o0nce i start talking about my drums. i didnt realse that what else i do with my drums is un natural till the other day. but im not going to stop anyway, and that is kissing my drums. the drums themselves are the object of my obsessions ad i love everything about them and them themselves.
at school somebody slashed my drum head when i took it to school becuase the school drum wasnt nice sounding and i cried all day and when i went home and the next day i didnt go to school.

yes they were both drummers and they bullied me all the way up school and liked to throw drumsticks at me. the teachers did nothin whe he slashed my drum head either which upset me more. they viewed me as a telltale and told me to stop being such a wuss... well not those exact words but that is what they meant i think.

they constantly picked on me for being a girl drummer and for being a freak. they also called me other names like freak and tubby and drumbo (the alternate of dumbo) didnt really mind being called drumbo tho cos it had drum in it

Your experiences sound very familiar. I was never any good at sports, dancing or exercising. What I was good at was kickboxing. It is highly structured and choreographed body movements and seems to have an intended target which is why it was easier for me to learn. I am able to improve, but my two sons, the one with AS in particular, do not seem to be able to improve.

im too scared to dance because people always laugh at me cos ki wave myh arms about and jump around... thats basically how i dance

i was never any good at sports at school. the fact of me being over weight had nothing to do with it i just couldent co ordinate with other people in the teams sports


excersising im ok at now tho because i go to a slimming class where every1 is big or over weight and the excersises are easy to follow with somebody at the front showing us what to do and us following her rather than trying to do it spontaniously

Well, Drummergirl, you are miles ahead of me in the coordination department. The first exercise class I took I was the only one going in the opposite direction than everyone else! It took months before I could get my legs and arms and other parts to do different things at different times and the music just confused me the most!