Whats your most recent ASD moment?

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I had a weekend planned camping and watching my husband's dance team. His campervan broke down. I suggested a tent as I altered my usual plans to do this. He thought I was joking as I hate camping. He spent yesterday working and trying to get his van fixed. I spent it with his team and their partners sitting in the sun as it was either that or watch him work and I take any chance to go in the sun given the weather in England. I felt trapped there for 5 hours when I had had enough as couldn't get back and couldn't extract myself socially and felt guilty my husband had only just got there. I got back to Facebook to discover all the people who I meet at fitness classes had met up without me. I don't get asked out from this group outside the classes and now unsure if they deliberately didn't want me there or I told them I was busy and they thought I still was. I would have much preferred to do that. I've been invited to a 30th birthday party but don't know if that was to make up numbers. Now facing another tiring day at the same festival. When we left as I was tired someone either joked or made a dig that I had been sitting around doing nothing all day. Yes at a noisy festival with lots of people socialising.

At work today.
Colleague - talking to someone else about his most recent haircut
My comment - did you cut it yourself?
Colleague - very amused - thought I was being a smart arse - luckily everyone likes to give eachother crap for fun.

Seriously though - I was just wondering cause I cut my own hair - and asked what I thought was a valid question - there was no malice intended - the haircut was fine. Sometimes trying to enter into others conversations just backfires. - No often actually.

I was at a gig a couple of weeks back. My ticket had one of those ends which rip off, so I held it out for the lady at the door, and yanked it back to try and help her rip the end off. Then she gave me an angry look and snatched the whole thing out of my hand.

I was at a very nearby SCA event yesterday. It's just a few minutes up the road. I could go back today, as late as 3:00 in the afternoon, to shoot archery, which I didn't do yesterday. I'm at home instead, because I can't deal with going back. It might be neat to shoot the course, which I've heard was really challenging and interesting this time, but I'm overloaded and not feeling prepared to put on my Medieval garb again yet. I've had too much contact with people, so I'm at home. I'm doing housework, hanging out on Wrong Planet, and thinking about doing a little grocery shopping to buy flowers for my girlfriend, in advance of her return home tomorrow from England. My mind is on the little solar lights I bought Friday and the idea of getting two more for strategic placement in front of the house. I can't think SCA today. I'm not in SCA mode anymore. I can't cope with it. I might've been able to manage it if my girlfriend were here, so we could go together, but she's not. If I have to encounter people, it's got to be different ones, in different circumstances, in my regular clothes. So, no archery today. Too bad; I really don't shoot much anymore, and it might be nice. I'm feeling tense as I think about it, but I know I won't go.

I've been bouncing up and down, shaking my fists, taking deep breaths and sighing, and pounding my fists a little on my legs today, letting out stress and being happy to listen to Indigo Girls albums. I think I'm getting back into their music again, and I want to collect the rest of their albums now. Emily Saliers is a brilliant lyricist, Amy Ray has one of the best voices in rock and roll, and some of their songs are great for putting on repeat when I want something to listen to over and over again. With them, even whole albums will work on repeat. They both write such great stuff!

ASD moment.. I suppose repeating conversations and social interactions over and over both before and/or after is a typical ASD thing, so here is my most recent "moment";

The wife and I were at the gas-station, she filled up the tank, and we had agree beforehand that she would pay the gas with her card. I was under the impression she paid, she was under the impression I had heard what she said when I entered the gas-station; "I cant use my card out here, pay inside please.". So, I went in, she filled up the tank. I met an old friend from elementaryschool in there, and we talked abit while I bought sigarettes for my wife. Then she made a gesture to me from the car, and I understood it as; "we're in a hurry", but she meant; "I have filled up now, go ahead and pay". So, I failed to hear her, then I failed to understand her non-verbal communication, then I left in a hurry to get away from the unexpected social situation I had landed in.

But here's the kicker, repeating the social interactions afterwards in my mind made me get a hunch that we forgot to pay. So I called my wife, and it all ended with me driving back to the gas-station 1.5 hours later to pay and apologize. Luckily they had not called the cops yet(was a smalltown station).

Got in trouble because of ASD, saved by ASD.

Last ASD moment: Making a long list of videos I made when I was on my phone years ago, giving them titles and such....

I freaked out a family member today with my inane ability to remember details others have long since forgotten. Her response: "How do you remember all that??"

Anyway, it's only 9:34pm and I'm exhausted after a day of social interaction.

I told my husband I wanted a fence around part of our back yard.

Just like that. "I want to fence at least some of the yard. So I can just let the dog out, and I don't have to be within arm's reach of the kids all the time."

He got mad and said I was being nasty and demanding. I did sound tired and frustrated and wasn't careful to keep my voice sweet.

I think I was supposed to say something like, "Wouldn't a fence be nice??" or "Gee, Honey, I'd sure like to have a fence..." or talk about all the wonderful things a fence would give us. Like dropping hints or something.

All feminine about it. I gather that (or using sex manipulatively) is how NT chicks get guys to go for things they want.

No wonder women are catty and manipulative. I guess it's because it works better than being direct and straight-forward.

I don't know whether I hate AS, or hate having two X chromosomes.

How about if I hate a culture that makes just saying what you mean into something akin to a sin before God????

Now he sees it as him against me, putting his foot down. It's now something to be won-- Who Will End Up Getting Their Way. And every time I even start to bring it up, he'll have a list of reasons why a fence is bad, things we should do instead, et cetera et cetera. So much for getting a barrier to stop small children and aggressive little dogs from running off (and at least discourage deer, neighbors' dogs, and neighbor's children from coming in), complying with leash laws without fighting with a chain, and having something handy to trellis plants on.

*sigh* It would have been really nice not to have to keep running after toddlers while hanging out the laundry. Of course, I wouldn't have that problem if I'd just use the dryer all the time like normal people...

...instead of liking the way things dried outside smell, and trying not to run up our utility bills and carbon emissions any more than I have to.

But I'm the one who's being stubborn, demanding, and inflexible. Absolutely. I've got the diagnosis to prove it, right???? So if I want to avoid being a Bad Aspie, I'd better shut up about it...

God I get tired.

Talking to someone online I knew in group therapy when I was 12. Then he finally told me I repeat myself a lot and ask too many personal questions. I then didn't know what to talk about so we start talking about what I was doing and I find all these social rules confusing. I had also realize I read the social situation wrong in 2009.

Yeah that is why I had given up on people and talking to them and why I have social anxiety. I come off wrong to people.

My recent moment was when I was playing with a quarter in math class and the teacher called on me to give an answer and I did not know answer.

One day when I was a teenager, I was thinking about a situation when I was about 4 years old and being very stubborn over something stupid (particularly, about a shirt I didn't want to wear.) The situation kept playing through my head (I still can recall it clearly!), so I decided to go up to my mom and apologize about it. She looked back at me, bewildered. She had no idea what I was talking about and asked if I was feeling okay. (At the time) I was shocked she didn't remember it! I've since had quite a few situations where I vividly remember things that my mom completely forgets (even very recent things.) I also now know I can attribute it, in part, to my AS. Oh well...

That sounds like it was fun, at least until the teacher called on you. I've done similar things in the past many times, but somehow only got called on maybe one or two of those times.

I have so many 'ASD moments' that i don't even remember them. Though i don't know yet if they aren't just caused by my low self-esteem.

Being jealous that my mom got a new computer and I didn't, instead of being happy for her. I have always had trouble feeling happy for other people when good things happen to them.

going to the hospital for a kidney stone and my husband being the last to know b/c he told me not to disturb him at work by me interrupting him so I had the babysitter pick up the kids and drop them off at the house while he was working at home. He asked her why and she said b/c kate is at the hospital high on morphine for the pain. Husband was mad and I told him I'd been in pain for 2 days.........

apparently I should have mentioned something??????

I caught myself quoting lines from cartoons while walking around out in our yard (in character, no less)...until I realized our neighbors were around.

Also...a "positives of AS" story... I'm growing green beans in our garden this summer. Instead of just sticking poles in the ground for the plants to grow up on, I constructed three pyramids out of bamboo stakes. But I didn't just stop there; each of the four legs consists of 2-4 bamboo stakes tied together in two places for additional strength. At the top, I tied the legs together in such a way to allow for the pyramids to move several inches from side to side, while still providing enough strength to keep the whole thing from falling over from the weight of the plants (that happened to me last year). I felt a little like a structural engineer.

Ah yes...this sort of thing happens to me every now and then. I remember being asked to take on a task while at a meeting, and I had no idea what they were asking me to do because I wasn't paying any attention--I was too preoccupied with something else.