Stories that stick?

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I was just thinking about all the people in my childhood who probably should have known I have AS...and remembered a few stories that never made sense except in this context. These two stories stuck with me for so long probably because I could never make sense of them (until I noticed the AS and realized how odd I probably look to NTs). Anyone else have stories like this?
Actually looking back, these events have something else in common because those occurrences mark exactly when I gave up all hope for being able to exist in the same world as those two individuals. (In that they lost whatever credibility they had left in my eyes, hard to explain. The best phrase I can think of is that I "gave up" or "lost interest" in them. I can't find the words I want.)

The first story is from when I was young, probably around 5-6. My mom was in the kitchen making dinner and noticed that we were out of butter for the mashed potatoes. Standing in the doorway, I said, "Well whatever's left over will be good enough for me. I don't --" And before I could finish... "You little b***h. You don't think about anybody but yourself, etc etc". My original statement was meant to convey that I needed none at all and would be happy with whatever was left once everyone else was done, and I never understood why my mom would just assume I was this horrible child. Of course now I understand that I probably had a completely wrong tone in my voice, and also that abusive people don't always make sense.

The second story I remember less clearly though it was more recent. When I was 17, a few weeks before I moved off to college (a year early, mind you) I was talking to my stepmother about how I had such a problem with it being cold and how that would play into having a roommate. I said something like, "Well that's definitely something we'll need to talk about. Being freezing all the time is NOT something I can deal with." To which she responded by very calmly telling me that she strongly believed (and hoped) that I would get my ass kicked at [University], and that it would be good for me. (because of how picky/demanding I was, or something of that nature.

This just goes to confirm what I have known all my life, "people are a**holes"

One of the first instances that someone should've recognised that I could not be classed as normal was that perpetual literalness that some tend to have.

A schoolteacher (a complete a**hole called Mr Murray) got us reading books and then answering questions about it later, however one of the phrases in the book mentioned a monkey eating monkey nuts...which OF COURSE I took literally and put that down as my answer, instead of the NT answer of a monkey eating bananas (even though it wasn't mentioned anywhere.)

The a**hole didn't have to make fun of me in front of the entire school and make the rest of my school-life a mockery.

I was about 7.

Yes, people are a**holes.

True story.
Actually just got reminded of a teacher I had that was similarly awful. My first grade teacher didn't like that I was stimming (picking my scalp) instead of doing classwork (which at that point was writing your name, the numbers up to 1000, etc., over and over and it was incredibly dull as I was already an excellent reader and could count just fine) and she got so tired of it that every time I did it she would call me up to the front of the class, push the bangs/fringe away from my face with a bunch of really ugly barrettes and point out to everyone that I wasn't doing my classwork etc. It was completely humiliating and only made the root cause of the behavior worse as I became more uncomfortable and felt more unreasonably persecuted. She eventually complained to my parents so much that the Dr. my mom worked for at the time put me on Ritalin with basically no evaluation.

I remember when I was young out on the playground with my two brothers. I was 13 at the time so ten years ago. The middle child was 9 and the baby was only 4 and I was playing with them. This was when they had the last sand playground around in our neighborhood. All three of us were bullied. P Boy usually handled it without much tact, so I was always big brother. Well the people who bullied me had siblings who bullied my siblings so it was like a generation war off.

I wanted to take my little brothers and leave, I got punched in the face by the sixteen year old. I had a bloody nose and some of my teeth were chip. P Boy's friend[19 now, 9 then] called the police. We spent hours talking to the parents and the police. Remember I am the one with the bloody nose and broken tooth. The bullies claimed they were hit first, but I never swung a fist at them I had rounded my brothers and was prepared to leave.

Finally after a few hours, after getting all the people's stories. The police come up to the parents and say, We don't know which one is lying. And then left it at that.

That story has stuck with me because I think it's what finally made my faith in authority extremely weak and why I solve all my problems by myself. Without calling authority. This also, sadly, means moderators as well. Thank god I haven't had a fight on WP.