Your First Meltdown what do you remember of it?

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Its a long time since I have had one which is good hope to stay like that.

The first Meltdown I remember was when I was 14 years old what happened a week before this happened I was involved in a road accident which could of been fatal but I walked away with a broken arm. A few days later against the doctor's wishes when they found out I had AS I went back to school my first day back was alright everything ran smoothly but the next day I went into school but what happened I was in an English lesson and one of the aspie teachers walked into the classroom and wanted to 'borrow me' for a few minutes the teacher without telling me or my parents decided to bring in a councellor to talk about this accident. At the time I was back to my old self again but if I needed to talk about I wasn't to talk about and I had to forcely say what happened. I walked out the conference room in the school where I had this councelling session in a complete daze and I was absolutly low up to then I have never been this low before I went back to the English class room and nearly walked into the wrong one but stopped myself before opening the door. But I did go to the right classroom. That day I went lower and lower and lower in myself and at the breaktime my friend who alway carried chewing gum with him use to get a lot of people asking him for chewing gum and this boy asked him for chewing gum and my friend told him that I had all the chewing gum so this boy asked me for chewing gum and I said I didn't have any and he tried to threaten me because I wouldn't give him chewing gum I got even more into a meltdown after that I was already in one but this made even worst.

I went home and another friend of mine came to my house as much as I liked the persons company I just wanted this friend to go home. The meltdown then lasted two days this was the Wednesday the Friday night I came out of it. But I stayed off school for the Thursday and Friday.

Now that I believe was the first Meltdown I had and also it was worst one as well and the longest.

I've had too many to know my first. I've probably had them my whole life.

I don't even know if I ever had one.
Maybe I did, I am just not sure what they really are.
I have done a pretty good job during the last few years that I can remember of avoiding any stressful situations at all.

I've been told I used to have them in the canteen at school when I was 5 because I couldn't handle all the people. The first one I remember having was during a PE lesson aged 6, I remember completely losing the ability to control my breathing.

A few people tried to lock me in a small and dark room; sucked to be them.

Had many before then, but I cannot remember them.

There were two doors to our back porch and my uncle had just locked one. Perhaps he had told me he was going to lock the door before and I missed it, or perhaps I just was operating on my own time line but I was about three years old, what did I know? But when I came up to get in the door he had just locked he yelled at me the other door was unlocked and he was in the kitchen and to go around.

somehow it meant the world to me to get in that door. The other door was just a few steps around the driveway gate, my uncle's request was not unreasonable. His comments while I was raging and screaming my three year old lungs out were 'you are just going to learn that things aren't going to go your way all the time!' This was said standing behind the glass window of the door watching me froth at the mouth and throw myself against the door howling bloody murder. I could not understand why he would tease me so, but he wasn't teasing, he was 'teaching me a lesson.' He saw it as a learning experience for a child. I saw it as rejection and exclusion and my will being thwarted.

Even back then I had this eerie ability to 'hover above' myself while I was in meltdown. I could observe people around me, I could hear their words even if I was not able to form any of my own. This ability helped me when in my psychedelic period as I could rise above my LSD freak outs and comfort others around me that I was just 'freaking out on acid, I would be ok'.
you can imagine the concerned and solicitous folks being astonished that I could just pop out of my freak out and converse with them about how I could handle it and would be 'back' into my groovy trip when I processed what ever I was freaking out about. (we called meltdowns 'freak outs' back before there was nuclear power meltdowns)
This is just the first meltdown I remember, my parents have told me I had many many more while still an infant in my crib.

When I had a meltdown in my youth, I would just keep going until my little body was exhausted. I would twist up my legs and shake and stim . . . bananas in my diet would have really helped my magnesium defeciency and keep me from night after night of walking off my charlie horses in my calves and thighs. I remember whispered conversations from my folks in darkened midnight halls about how they had thought I would 'grow out' of what turned out to be vitamin deficiencies common in rural areas in the 1950's.

Merle

first i remember was in grate 5 when few idiots teased me every day finally i graget up and beatet hell out off em then i remember couple off my friends holding me down(they knew im aspie and ye i haved told em about what to do if i never freakout) they just holdet me down until i was calm

The first meltdown I can remember was when I was about 13 or 14.

I had just moved back to the UK from Ireland, after going through a hellish time there and had just started a new school.

I started getting bullied in the new school straight away. The girl I was paired with, who was supposed to befriend me and show me around, instantly hated me on first look. The bullying soon escalated to being physical, the first time I'd ever been physically bullied in all my 10+ years of being bullied.

To get to the point:

One day, in school, some girl strangled me. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make me feel a little disoriented for a few seconds.

All the girls in my class had ganged up on me also that day, because I was friends with one of their boyfriends and they didn't like it.

After school was over and I went home, I was so stressed out by it all that I picked a fight with my mum, which has been my way of coping with bullying since I was very young.

Everything got too much for me and, in my fit of crying and screaming I just fell back against the wall, pulled my knees up to my chest and put my head in my arms, and for the first time ever, I started rocking back and forth. I don't know why, I'd never done that before, but it seemed at the time to be the only thing that I could do. So there I was, crying, rocking back and forth and feeling like I was seriously going crazy. My head was just overloaded with everything. I just wanted to run away and hide where there was no one around. I needed to escape and at the time, my only escape seemed to be to sit there and rock. I hated it. I felt completely out of control of everything.

The first I know about happened when I was about 6; one of our two cats (who were both there far before I was born) had died, and I was quite emotional about it. My mother warned the teacher about it, and she said she'd keep an eye out for any sort of meltdown. A week later, she was gone for whatever reason, and a substitute teacher handed out Popsicles without asking who wanted what. Supposedly, I got a kind I didn't like and freaked out about it; I managed to connect it to the death of the cat and ended up melting down in front of everyone. (Naturally, the poor sub had no idea what was going on.) I don't remember it (my mother's told me, so that's the only reason I know). However, I do remember getting Popsicles on other days (it was quite often that they handed them out), and I never cared about which kind I got; I was always the kid who just waited until everyone else was gone and didn't compete over flavors/colors, because I didn't really care. I think the problem that day was that she didn't ask what I wanted; it didn't matter that I didn't care, it mattered that she didn't ask. And no one asked me if I wanted the cat to die (apparently I shouted that quite a few times; obviously, I didn't want her to die), and I was tired of not having choices. *shrug* I was six. I don't remember any of it; I remember getting Popsicles on other days, and I'm sure of the reason for that specific meltdown now, but that's in retrospect.

The year was 1984.

The location was daycare.

The event was a field trip. They would split the kids into two groups and take them some place, get a tour, and head back. A popular place to go were restaurants since it gave the cook staff the morning off. In the past I was always picked to go into the first group. On this day I was chosen to be in the second group.

I threw a fit, crawled under a table and refused to come out. They eventually relented and let me come along.

The first one I remember was when I was about 4 or 5. Mum decided to take me and my baby brother to see a firework display. I HATED it. I fell to the floor, grabbed my ears, screamed and bit my arms. Even after taking me away from the fireworks I continued to scream.

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I was about 3 or 4 I think, I was watching t.v. laying on my back and I got this weird feeling and I just started screaming and stomping my feet up and down. I don't remember why it even happened but I remember the feeling.