Name the #1 behavior your parents hate you doing!! !

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mhm, you're a lucky one, most parents just run you down and think you're clowning around and being silly. My mother would NEVER take me seriously and that made me beyond furious, enough to scare myself at some points.

As you grow older you learn how to cope with it. I never knew I had AS until a week ago. I strongly believe that if I would have been told I had AS from a early age I would constantly think of my issues. It is in a way better since I don't fear people I just dislike them. I would often just think my emotional changes came from "who I was as a person" and not sound, light, touch, human interaction. Today I know my problem but I learned from a early age to balance and control these surprise attacks.

By not knowing about As and accepting my flaws I could overcome my shyness and fobia of society and I hate self pity since I would reach a sickening self loathing point when depressed. One day I said f*** this and just went out with a positive attitude (still a bit jumpy but as long as you know it's your brain playing tricks you'll do fine) today I have great friends, I study and I have a girlfriend.
I'm very happy today.

- keep focused/ ignore people

- breathe

- GOLDEN RULE: don't worry to much, and laugh at it, I do.
(example: When getting a thought in your head that you are in danger,...you like to think you are, but! you're really not).

- SUNGLASSES!

- sometimes making yourself a tined bit mad helps.

Haha, I'll be damned if this thing brings me down and I love seeing the world our way.

you feel me?!

I know this and am very thankful for it. When I was diagnosed, I was told that they (the psychiatric professionals that diagnosed me) do not usually meet people who are such "clear case(s)" of AS in adolescance without other issues such as depression. They surmised this was because of my parents.

I must say, though, that while I wrote "encourage" earlier, I should have used a stronger word for their encouragement isn't always particularly gentle.

Jiggling my foot and fidgeting

Not speaking to their visitors

Not being able to wake up in the mornings, not wanting to go to bed at "bedtime", sneaking out the window and wandering the streets at night... (from age 7)

Smoking pot

Running away from a "good job in the city" to live alone in the bush for 13 years...

When i suggested (at 40yo) to my mother that I'm an aspie she said "well you WERE a difficult child" So i guess i also did other things that annoyed the hell out of them but I never noticed they did

Mom has always been supportive, but the #1 think that my dad (deceased) hated me most for doing was thinking for myself, instead of buying into all of his racist and sexist crap.

Spinning and rocking. Mom also likes to brag to her friends about how smart I am, but when I say I'm smart she hates it. She also gets on to me for being 'disrespectful' to my father. I do not lie, name call, or backstab, so how am I disrespectful? By failing to pretend that he's perfect and not just as in the wrong as me or any other human being? My younger brother and parents also hate it when I hang out with my older brother (who is also on the spectrum), and we talk about things that happened ten or fifteen years ago that no one else remembers that well and forget everything and everyone else. I really suck at pretending to be nnormal over there, and they hate it. But it's okay for my brother to act weird because he's "more severe". I guess he can just be himself, because everything he does must be adorable. He's Allen, and Allen can eat seventeen pieces of pizza and nine brownies at Cc's, and talk about his stereo system, and rock, and act like an eight-year-old, because they know he will never change. On the other hand, they think there's still hope for me to be normal one day because I'm so smart that I can do it if I just try harder. I think my mom was only half joking when she told me to ask my doctor, "Is she human yet?" Sorry for the rant. I had a very bad Christmas, and it still bothers me.

My parents did a great job of not freaking out about my unusual behaviours.

as a child-- scratching or biting myself until i bled

as an adolescent-- not having a girlfriend or wanting one or whatever.

as an adult-- not talking to people, calling, etc.

younger days: they didn't like it when i took the blame for random bad things that happened eg when they were whining about something that happened at home, i would apologise for it and be all "its my fault" because i felt like that because it was bad, it was always my fault. i mostly did it when it wasn't my fault.
(has happened in recent times unfortunately too).

now: mum doesn't like it when wear certain things with certain things. eg she cracked it when i worse capri pants with shoes and black socks. (seriously it is just clothes!) but it guess she is just doing it to ensure that other people don't think badly of me due to what i wear.

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mum doesn't like it when i make a joke.

no it was no battle.
my parents never suffered any food poisoning from their eating habits and they were much more relaxed about the meals we ate than i was.
i perceive myself as the loser in a way.
my mother once said to me when i was fastidiously keeping all my meal ingredients separate "oh for gods sake mark!! don't you realize it all is going to be a big mush in your stomach after you eat it?"
that made sense to me and i wondered why i had a revulsion for mixed tastes.

but i looked at my mum's plate, and it had cauliflower and cheese and steak and squash on it. she had a strawberry milk she was going to drink after the meal.

i offered to take her steak and baby squash and cheese and cauliflower and strawberry milk into the kitchen and put it all in the blender and mix the lot together in a puree and bring it back to her and she declined.

i tried to say that her idea of my suggestion to blend her food up was equal to my idea of her suggestion that i should not worry about mixing foods that i eat.

we all have different idiosyncrasies and my mother did not share my food problem, but it was not a war.

no one was injured.

thanks for responding to me.

She hates me rocking for some reason. She never says she does but she comments on how she dislikes it and I can tell by her face that she really hates it.

Getting a rocking chair may solve having to put up with comments and looks from her.

That's a good idea actually but I doubt my mum will buy me one and I ain't paying for it, I have a DeLorean to save up for.

Or you can just show them this. What parent wouldn't love to have a future Bill Gates they can cash in on later!

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qNVe024RvI[/youtube]

Ha that's awesome, pretty much proves that Bill Gates is a Aspie, too!