What is the first thing you ever did that was "autistic

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The first thing i remember..is building lego houses....thousands of them when i was in the age group 3-6, i never went out to play...but just stayed in my house building houses.
The most strangest habit is, when i am walking, on the road..i always stepped on shadows..because i believed that if i stepped somewhere else i will fall into the road..cause i thought only the shadow regions were solid. this habit was very hard to get rid of as i did that till i was 13 years old..i still have some urge to do it when i am walking alone.

I didn't like playing outside with other children. I spent nearly all my time (and still do) studying my areas of interest obsessively and playing video games when I wasn't studying or sleeping.

At my second birthday party, I sat with a play spoon in my mouth looking at a book, while the parents and kids sang song in a circle around me. We have it on video, I'm just totally ignoring everyone.

putting hard things into my bed, I hate soft surfaces

My mother, when she stressed out, would tell us to go play in traffic. She didn't really mean it but it let us know when to leave her be and give her some quiet.

So the first time I remember her saying that, I remember actually turning around and walking out the door to, indeed, go play in traffic. There was a heavily travelled road just ten feet from my front door. I was almost there to do what she said when she came out the front door and yelled "What are you doing???" I told her I was going to go play in traffic, like she just suggested. She yelled "Get back here!"

After that I think she learned to not be so literal unless it was a direct order.

The funny thing is that I would have went toplay in the road. I would have probably just walked up and down the road for a while.

I think that's may have been one of my earliest Aspie tendencies.

There were other early Aspie things but the fog of age clouds the past...

Stimming by twirling my hair all the time.

I started walking and talking before I was nine months and could speak and write in full sentences by two.

We have pictures of me in a rocking chair as early as my first birthday, and before that I spent a lot of time in a baby swing. I was never happy as a baby unless I could rock.

My mom says when I was about two I bit her after another child had come over; I couldn't endure the stress of this other kid invading my home.

As a very small child I liked to close myself up in the cabinet in our entertainment center. I liked the feeling of being enclosed.

In kindergarten our teacher told us the punishment for not getting our work done was to stand with our noses on the wall during recess. So the first time this happened, the teacher told me to stand with my nose on the wall. I walked right up to the wall and put my nose on it. This confused the teacher, who said "You don't have to stand with your nose ON the wall", but I missed the emphasis on the word "on". I thought for some reason I had been cleared, and ran off to play. The teacher had to call me back and explain what she meant. That phrase still makes no sense to me, but the other children seemed to know the right thing to do.

Hmmmm.... I... Hmmmmm.....

Hell when I was a baby, I was already obssessed with videogames. Some kind of system... I... I think it was an old NES. I couldn't even talk yet, and they would leave it on, and I would apparently try to play it, at least according to my brothers. They'd turn off the system and I'd cry.

I don't specifically remembe rthis because I have little memory before 5.(I barely remember preschool, and I actually don't remember my first day of Kindergarten.)

I drank so much milk as a small baby that i reflexively projectile vomited it all back up, presumably because my stomach was over full.

The first definitive aspergers moment is when i was 9 or 10 when i lined up my almost a dozen ventolin inhalers and acted like they were my living friends, i felt grateful and lovong towards them.

I have of course many others before then but i cant be bothered to recall them.

Oh yes, i refused to go anywhere without my anorak with the hood up untill it was cruelly destroyed by my parents when i was 5.

And i spat on the Patriarch of the Chaldean church's holy ring wheni was 3 or 4, i was supposed to kiss it. Maybe im the antichrist.

I would never do anything at all without asking first even in my own house. I wouldn't even stand up if I was sitting on the couch without asking (I'm still like that a lot of the time), my son is the same way.

The first thing I noticed with my son is ever since he was 2, if he had legos in front of them, he would line them all up by color, put them away, and do it again-he's also always banged his head while sleeping.

I could recognize a record by its pattern.
I loved books from an early age.
I had a stuffed toy Siamese cat I really liked to play with.
My favorite book was about a Siamese cat.

when i was young, i imagined i had a string which i leave behind wherever i go. so i made sure i retrace my steps so dat i can 'retrieve' my string. ie, if i walked round a pillar n not retrace my steps, the string wld be entangled at the pillar and dat bothered me a lot.

once, my mum brot me to my new elementary sch n i noticed she did not exit from the building where we entered, so i wandered off in search of the entrance we took (cos she was tokking to my sis). i ended up getting lost in the building.

i lost the habit when i went on to my secondary sch cos it was too far away from my home. wat w the changing of buses, i grew tired of trying to keep the string unentangled...

I was standing on the beach with my parents, I don't know how old I was. I can remember not understanding words at all. But at the time the words "Saint Bernard" came out of my mouth, with no clue what they meant or anything, just some sort of delayed echolalia.

That's the first autistic-seeming thing I can remember. I can remember lots of things before that, but I remain too unaware of how I looked to other people or what my body was doing at the time physically (because I wasn't too attached to it) to be able to say what looked autistic and what didn't, without referring back to things that are not my memories but rather my parents' descriptions of me.

I don't think I ever did anything "normal" when I was little.