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i remember my mum and dad calling a friend fat (persons name) behind her back and another one had a nickname that they didn't use in front of them and i thought that was their nickname and said it to their face and couldn't understand why my mum and dad told me off and got upset because when i said that was what they called them they said stop lying and told me off even more and i got upset because i wasn't lying i wasn't diagnosed with autism when i was younger so i didn't know it was because of my autism that i didn't get things like that. i didn't get that i wasn't to use the nickname in front of them i think it was horrible having nicknames for people you are friendly with behind their back but at the time i didn't get it because i heard every one around me saying this nickname i didn't click that they never said it to their face or understand that this was mean. does anyone have stories like that when they were younger.

Yes. Involving my aunt. My dad thought of his sister as a snooty, sociopath capable only of shallow thoughts, and "exhibit A" for how greed and materialism was destroying the world. He particularly didn't like how she had multiple houses, or how she would fake her Christianity. So one night when my aunt and my family were visiting my grandparents house, I started a heated conversation at the dinner table, that climaxed with me referring to her as a cancer upon humanity...I had big words for a six grader.

From that day forward, visits were always arranged so that my Aunt and I would never meet.

One time when my grandparents were visiting my siblings and I were watching wrestling. One of the wrestlers said a couple of swear words and my grandpa starting pitching a fit and saying that the wrestler had a foul mouth and shouldn't be swearing. I told my grandpa that he was being a hypocrite because he swears all the time. I thought he was gonna kill me for saying that, but he didn't know what to say. I'm pretty sure he yelled at my mom about it later. My grandparents had a habit of chewing out my mom when me or my siblings called them on their crap. My NT brother told my grandma to stop making my mom cry everytime she comes over. My grandma never let my mom hear the end of that.

More recent than childhood, but...
When I was a senior in high school, in government class, a girl asked me whether I thought she was a whore. I considered the question momentarily and said, "No." She asked whether I thought she was a slut. I considered the question, forming an idea of what it meant to be a slut, since I hadn't looked the word up recently, and recalled something the girl had said before about showing off underwear. So I responded with a hesitant affirmative. And she was offended. And so was the girl next to her. And I was thrown off, like apparently there had been a right and a wrong answer to the question. So I told her why I'd answered that, and she said she had been kidding about the underwear thing. I said, "Oh." But the girls still seemed ticked at me.