Did anyone else think this way towards people.

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When I was younger, although I knew that other children had their own thoughts, emotions and perceptions which are different from mine I didn't fully get it until much later at about 15. When I did fully understand I was really shocked and suprised. Was anyone else like this?

Also I thought that if I made a mistake if wouldn't matter a few days later because they would forget and it would be like nothing happened.

I remember when I was in the first or second grade, I realized that I could not prove with certainty that other people had minds and were not robots. It was a really scary realization....

Otherwise, I'm not really sure what you mean. What exactly changed when you "got it," from when you merely "knew" that other people had thoughts and whatnot?

I don't think I fully get people yet. I'm often more uncertain than understanding.

When I was a kid, I didn't really care about what other people thought--unless it impacted me in some way. I was totally "autistic" in that sense. I guess I took it for granted that other people thought--though I couldn't verbalize that fact then.

I didn't develop anything resembling "true altruism" until I was an adolescent. As an adolescent, I also began to care what people thought.

"True" altruism is not expecting reciprocation for your good deeds.

I did care if a person was hurt. I would even try hard to make it hurt less, or not at all.

Basically, until a certain age (for the most part), I expected some sort of praise for doing a good deed.

I wasn't intelligent enough to think in those terms. The only thing "smart" about me was my knowledge of facts.

A total change came over me when I was about 14 years old. That's when I started liking girls. That was the inspiration for me to become a better human being.

I had some similar experiences. I was bullied a lot as a child, but it not really impact me. The whole other people not being nice to part was naturally not fun, but bullying is also a social process. Other peoples perception on of and myself as a social entity in they eyes of others is not something I started to discover before I was around 13 years old. I was essentially too autistic for bullying to really have a big effect. The autism was strong in this one.

Im kind of a backwards case,were im super overly receptive to others thoughts and emotions,but I will not usually talk about it. I feel like when others speak they either are pretending to be who they appear to be or are so oblivious to the world around them,so they are not required to actually face the life sucking reality they live in. like when people say how are you and I say im hot my feet hurt and your question weirds me out,and they ask why? my response is how many times have you taken a dump in your life?they see my response as offensive,when I see it as proving the pointlessness of their inquiry,so to answer your question iv always known others thought but kinda felt like they were alot emptier than I was.

I never got the problem with somebody asking how you're doing.

For my whole life, I've had this tendency to think of other people as cool and confident and just having fun all the time. It was because the people I knew seemed to always be laughing and happy, and they didn't seem bothered by the things that bothered me. So I had this perception that they were also not feeling anything.

This sounds bad, but I always kind of wanted to know that other people were having problems, because then it would reassure me that I wasn't alone; it would also make the world less confusing for me, because I would know that the portrayal of people in books matched with what real-life people were like. But I viewed this as a kind of wishful thinking; I didn't want to believe that other people felt the same way I did, because it might turn out not to be true.

Now I understand that other people have problems, but I still struggle with characterizing people like this. Sometimes I wish I could read minds, so that I could know what other people really think and feel.

As a young kid I don't think I really had a ton of perception of what other people thought nor did I really care, I had my own world. I feel more sense of longing and wanting to be accepted now than I did as a kid, I feel I've matured slower and hit these emotional checkpoints a lot later than most.