Weird things you did as a kid

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Wow. I used to sing right up to my teens, still do sometimes now. I remember being stressed for my first ever job, so when I got there early, waiting with other employees, I sang until the manager arrived and opened the doors. I am SURE that did not leave a good impression.

I also chewed everything. Blanket. Toy (until their arms and legs were shrivelled with my saliva). Wrist. Toothbrushes. Other people's clothes. I still do it today. My fiance, bless him, did not find it odd (or at least he pretended to!!)

I brought all my Barbie furniture in the bathroom one time when I had to go number two. I was five.

I ate bird food

I used to use Easter grass and put it between my teeth and rub it back and forth making my gums bleed

I used to stick tweezers up my vagina scooping out the mucus and one time I tried to make a mucus collection by putting it in the baggy. It got old because it turn color and it stunk real bad I stopped.

I loved outhouses when I was little because I liked peeing outdoors. I even loved the portable potties.

Hm. Weird things I did as a kid...


Well, I was recently informed that starting at about the age of 1 or so I began to build these Lego walls and I would do it repetitively, in the same building pattern every time. I would only build like 6 or 7 of these walls, but I would always build them the same way.

My Grandma told me a few days ago that I used to (and I still do!) categorize things by the attributes they had i.e. color, shape, likeness to other objects.

Well, I don't know if what I just typed counts as weird things or not, but I tried my best to fulfill the parameters of the subject.

i used to collect worms when it rained and arrange them by their color, length, etc.

i would zone in a certain tv show (i would choose a new one when the one i liked went into syndication) and learn everything about it.

my fourth grade gifted and talented teacher told my mother i was too eccentric for my own good and that i would never have any friends.

Even as a toddler it was impossible for me to do simple tasks without extremely clear instruction. My mom would tell me to pick up my toys. That wasn't specific enough for me. I needed to be told which toy to pick up first, then which one comes next, then which one comes next.... so forth.

My mom thought I was pretty ret*d but now that I know how my mind works I know that the instructions just weren't clear enough for me. There must be a certain order the toys need to go into the toy box, and I need to know what it is so I can do it correctly. I think if she had told me "Start with the biggest and work your way down" I would have done a better job and wouldn't have had to stop to ask which was next every time I finished putting one away lol.

I would put sand in my hair and slowly run my finger nails through my scalp and feel the sand between my hairs. I'd also go up to the pots and pans cabinet, pull everything out and just hide out in there. I'd also run off from my mom and dad and listen to them call out to me, looking for me, and not respond. Or, sometimes, respond - but as if they were right next to me and not a block away! I'd also find daddy long legs, pull one leg off and count each twitch, thinking each twitch was a step the long legs made. I'd then reason he made X steps and each step was Y in. and try to find him within a (pi)YX radius. (Needless to day, I never did find any of those daddy long legs I tried that experiment out on.) Other things I'd do with daddy long legs is put them in the house and let them hang out in there - until they'd fall down on my brother's lap and make in freak out and scream!

I used to (and still do) bite my bottom lip when contented, which makes me even more contented.

Also, I pick at anything fluffy, and roll the fibers between my fingers. There's tiny discarded balls of my duvet all over the place right now, actually, although this habit is slowing down a lot. I have sofa cushions that I've unzipped and picked away at the cushions inside the covers. Now, after 5 years, there's not a lot left of them. I've left the wooly interior alone, but the outer part that keeps the wool in shape is almost completely gone.

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~Loving Light~

EDIT: I also had a little yellow blanket since I was a baby. I called it my 'flowers' (???). I wouldn't go anywhere without it, right up until it got retired when I was around 5. I would drag it around with me everywhere, refused to sleep without it, and went scatty at my mum when I couldn't find it. When it eventually got retired, I substituted it with a little 6 inch teddy bear, which I never quite had the same attachment to.

I used to headbang all the time. I mostly did it at night when I was trying to fall asleep. I'd lie on my belly with my hands on either side of my head, and I'd repeatedly whack my head off the mattress until I got sleepy (I'd usually sing or hum a monotonous tone too), and then I'd curl up in the fetal position and rest my head on my pillow when I was ready to sleep. I'd also whack my head and shoulders off chairs and other furniture (or sometimes the floor). I did this for a long time, and it kind of faded as I got older. One summer, when I was about 13, I was off at camp, and my cabinmates woke me up in the middle of the night. I had been headbanging and singing, and I was so embarrassed that I stopped.

When I was in 3rd grade, I also loved to look through the bushes for snails and slugs at my bus stop. When I found one, I'd bring it to school with me, name it, and keep it as a pet until the end of the day. It really annoyed my teacher. I crack up whenever I think about it.

painting the neighbours red house blue, my folks got mad though

I've been reading through these posts, and I'm not seeing much that seems particularly weird. I mean, aren't kids supposed to do most of those things? Isn't the whole purpose of childhood to learn and explore the world?

I personally used to line my stuffed animals up and make them sing along to my Beatles records. But it's hard to see that as particularly weird, or AS. If I was doing it at work, then that would be strange. (I would love to do it right now, to tell the truth.)

All the things about categorizing things and exploring the environment just seem like normal, healthy kid things. Or am I just so out of touch with reality that I don't know what I'm talking about?

What do neurotypical kids do?



Also, my AS son loves to get groups of Lego minifigures (we have about 300), and put them on the dining table with various accessories. It's like, he HAS to do that. Like, this morning he made the crew of Serenity, from the Joss Whedan series, "Firefly". The thing that really bugs me about it is that he just dumps them on the table, all haphazard. I come along and line them up in little rows. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why my son with Asperger's didn't want to line things up, while I did. Then I began to think maybe I'm an aspie, too.