Do people say you're crazy when they notice you're different

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my ex boyfriend called me crazy because i love too much.

When I was younger, they did. Now, I'm still different, but people have actually said they liked me for it.

How else would have dropped the radar?

I've been frequently called crazy to my face throughout childhood. I assume that people assumed that I must not realise? I always had well-working eyes and ears, why ever think I could not progress what's being said?

For a few years now, people don't dare say that to my face any more.

I expect the whispers to be there still though.

I'm usually called "odd," geeky," or "kooky."

Geeky, weird, crazy, I've been called the lot. =P

I agree with all three though. ^.^ And I'm happy I am. Wouldn't want it any other way.

I can remember someone saying "She is weird" about me, that was years ago, people now find me a bit absent or a bit slow sometimes. I don't mix too much with others now, its just too much hard work pretending to be normal.

People have called me crazy all my life. I am probably the craziest one on the boards because I really DO have everything in the DSM IV. That is a book that the psychologists use to diagnose mental disorders and I have EVERYTHING!! I'm just that nuts. My own brother who is insane calls me crazy as well. My psychiatrist calls me crazy and he's a psychiatrist for crying out loud! How would you like to be called crazy by one?

I have been called,strange,weird,etc. It is like people pick up on the fact that you are different. People these days do not put in the time to know the person.

Weird, strange, anti-social, etc by people who don't know me well. My family and those I know well KNOW I'm crazy, so they call me crazy. Haha. In addition to ASD I have mild bipolar disorder and I have a lot of OCD-type issues. When I'm in a more manic phase, thet's when the craziness really come out, especially the OCD cleanliness and things like that.

Yes, people say I'm crazy all the time.

Oh yes, I have had that happen more times than I can count. It's a problem I've come to realize isn't going to go away.

The ironic thing, is that as I have become more and more successful in my job, my earlier problems are more or less forgotten, and now when I cautiously mention to certain co-workers (mainly those who have autistic children), that I have good reason to believe I am on the spectrum, they react with disbelief. I don't fit the Rainman stereotype therefore I cannot be ASD. I am working and supporting myself, therefore I don't have ASD. I no longer act like their children, therefore I cannot be ASD.

Meanwhile, at home, among my neighbors, it is an entirely different business. I wish I could give out phone numbers to people who insist that I am normal just like them, because I know quite a few people who would be more than happy to enlighten them about that weird neighbor down the street. What is it that they are seeing that the people I work with are not seeing, and vice versa.

All I know is that as soon as I start believing that I am normal just like everyone else, the universe or god or someone is very quick to let me know that is not the case. This is not of my choosing. On one of the bluest days of my life, after a doctor had told me about a lump, "Yup, could be cancer," I got an anonymous phone call. Now if this was one of those heartwarming inspirational e-mails that we all get, it would have been an old friend calling to say that God had prompted her to call me etc.
Instead, the voice sang out, "ret*d, ret*d, you're a ret*d!" and hung up. This was no random call. This was from someone who knew me well enough to know that that particular taunt would hit home. I never did find out who it was, though I have suspicions. And if there is a God and He is in charge of this universe, then He has a lot to answer for in allowing that particular call to come through at that time.

They've said I'm ret*d to my friends behind my back. Fortunately my friends tell me.

This one kid complained about how I act behind my back to my friends. I think next time I see him I'm going to complain about how he's homosexual to his face.

I've had a few people call me crazy, freak or ret*d. That was mostly when I was young, by other young people. In the adult world they are more subtle, and ask me if I have a problem, or imply that I'm a little bit off. They get surprised if I am knowledgeable about something, as though they didn't expect that I can think. This is why I would rather hang out with dogs, cats and plants.