Aspies:what were you like in high school

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You don't even know me so don't you dare judge me. How can you tell who I really am from being somebody who I was in high school?

No offense but you sound like a jerk.

it would be nice if we could just be making friends and working on our social skills.

I think she just sounds like she was depressed, I was depressed throughout highschool. I was generally known as a "smart person" but generally I have had sh***y grades. didn't have any friends outside of school from 8th grade until 11th.

wow well, umm .. I had 5 friends. I have realized lately that I am a severe mimic, even in cadence and word usage so I always talked like they talked and liked what they liked. Was into old musicals real hard, still am. but only like three or four of them. Have added a few super favorites to my list though. People got bored talking to me really fast. I started reading and writing a whole lot. Was sort of immature still for my age, heck I am still immature for my age. I didn't get into video games or anything like that until my early 20's. I really didn't even come out of my room often and had issues keeping up with girlie hygiene (wearing stuff past deodorant, doing my hair and nails, etc). For the most part I kind of faked being amused, understanding jokes, and liking boy bands and stuff like that.

The few times I liked boys it really didn't work out. I would think of something cute to say and would just do it, regardless of the situation, so it was awkward. Even now I find men a little hard to understand because girls are easier to copy for me. When I hang out with guys I can get down and talk about cars a little, and can talk about laying down tiles or scary movies but only if i have heard of them and have trouble with harsh music. It was worse back then. I run out of things to copy really fast with boys. I found myself sitting just like a guy next to my roommate once, and it looked bad, i think, because i was getting stared at.

Yes, I was really depressed. My marks weren't as good as I'd have liked them to been. I still made honour roll for English class but I just put high expectations on myself. I hated the social aspect of high school. I especially didn't like getting up in front of the class to do presentations. I was basically a loner but I had the odd friend now and again. I had major social anxiety but college was better. I actually enjoyed college because it focuses on the stuff that you enjoy learning about. I made honour roll in college as well and still my marks weren't as good as I would have liked them to have been.

I guess you could say I was quiet, had poorly developed social skills and wasn't always aware of when my behavior would NOT be considered "normal". It also didn't help that my sister attended during my last two years of high school, and she often told me derogatory comments her classmates made to her about my hair, makeup, clothing,....etc. (supposedly, some even asked if I was "special needs") Made me really paranoid because these were kids whom I didn't know or have a class with.

Honestly in High School most people just thought I was a drug addict. I never touched pot until my senior year. Yet because I was so quiet all the time, I must of been stoned.

When I started High School I was so excited and I also hung out with three of my friends from elementary school in High School. But as the first year went by I grew farther awayfrom my friends because they developed into larger social groups and having AS, I had troubles being part of that social group. I eventually found a friend who has AS and was a loner like myself so we hang out.

I guess I was a social outcast in high school but it was good to have one good friend to hang out with

Shy and a loner.
Good grades.
Never been bullied.
Mostly girls talk to me (And a few might be attracted to me, but I'm not sure)

Not that bad, really...

I was weird. I didn't really care what people thought of me or how I dressed. Maybe I shouldn't now either. I used to worry a lot less about how i was perceived. A lot of people described me of being in my own world.