where you unaware of special treatment as a child?

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it only recently occurred to me the teachers might have thought i had something wrong with me....
like, in elementary school, i remember thinking the teachers liked me particularly, and i cant remember when or who, but i recall an adult would take me out of the class and talk to me occasionally to see how i was and stuff.
it's sort of embarassing that all these years i thought i was a teacher's pet
i dont think it was being full of myself, rather just misreading...

Now you have me questioning my teacher's pet status...I was like that all through childhood. I know for sure I had a kindergarten teacher who thought I was ret*d, but I always assumed she was an exception.

oh no! i'm sorry! but it's kind of funny, isnt it? i dont think anyone else thought i was a teacher's pet, but i did. XD. i dont think i ever was believed to have AS though.

It's okay

None of my teachers ever though I had AS, though I'm sure they gave my parents a lot of "there's somethin' wrong with that there kid" talks.

My brother and sisters used to think (and still do sometimes) that my mum 'babied' me a bit. I remember a few years back I was on a bus on the phone to my mum and she set she'd wait at the station for me. For some reason my eldest sister and brother were like 'just let her find her house herself.' I was going to my other sisters house. But yeah, they were like that all through my childhood/teen years.
Teachers and other parents would ask me if I was ok. At a New Years Eve party/church gathering some man I never met asked if I was ok. I was shouting to myself at the time.

I was so withdrawn I was in therapy in 3rd grade. This was the 1960's. I don't remember how people treated me. I lived in my head almost entirely.

i remember this one time, i was crying in the mall and was standing some ways from my parents, and this lady asked me if i was lost. i felt really upset at her for getting in my face, but i responded pretty politely.

i hadnt even heard of aspergers untill like a year ago...i bet it never occurred to anyone.

and aimless, thats crazy . what else was the treatment like back then?

No, it's not crazy (IMO). I'm glad they tried to get me help. It was play therapy. At least they recognized that something was wrong.

oh, so, they taught you how to play? i had this idea of like, having you in a little room and making you discuss your feelings or something...just goes to show how clueless i am XD.
did they recognise your having AS?

LOL-I was just getting a mental picture. No, they didn't teach me how to play either. They used play as a distraction and a tool while they asked me about my feelings. I can remember a dollhouse and acting out some conflict between my parents with the dolls. In the 1960's it wasn't even considered that someone might have any form of HF autism. I was just shy and withdrawn to the point of being impaired. I also had major difficulties with sleep problems and I was a chronic bedwetter. Sometimes that's because of stress and sometimes it's enuresis. I was also obsessed with death. I was a fun kid.

oh, so a combo of both things i thought? hmm. that must have been odd. um, did it help at all?
you do sound like you were a fun kid.

I was being ironic with the fun kid reference. You took what I said literally. Aha!

I'm off to work...

I don't recall much special treatment.....sometimes it was the opposite in my early schools, where I was seen as gifted - we'd initially have to write essays in pencil as a first draft, then the teacher would point out the spelling and grammar mistakes and we'd write it up properly....I hardly ever made such an error so they used to let me go direct to ink

That was in the old days when school was something of an Aspie paradise with its clear instructions, rigid routines, and focus on individual performance. The whole educational thing flipped the other way by the time I was at secondary school and I found myself going down in the charts But the only special treatment I got for it was the usual Pavlovian stuff - corporal punishment, detentions, lines, and libellous report cards. I don't recall any positive interventions or deliberations about how to stop me falling through the cracks. Mostly the teachers seemed to feel that anybody who fell behind despite punishments and warnings should be left to flounder and sink - I didn't bring my plight to their attention, which is apparently very Aspie, though I got the impression that they'd have just thought I was making it up. Example conversation of the time:

ME: I'm afraid I haven't done my homework.
TEACHER: OK....why not?
ME: I didn't understand it.
TEACHER: WHAT??! It's the simplest piece of homework I've ever set!
ME: Err......umm....
TEACHER: Don't let this happen again!

I hadn't been diagnosed in those days, and couldn't understand what was wrong.

actually, no i didnt! you took what I said literally....the joke's on you!

When I was first 'evaluated' in the 60's Aspergers was about 15 years away from being recognised and in the country I was living, evaluation consisted more or less of checking your IQ and checking if you were Classical Autistic but........................ I did get special treatment in Elementary School.

I sat at the back of the class, 3 rows behind everyone else, self studying text books 3 and 4 years above my grade.

Oh and my parents, bless them, got me a Math tutor outside of school, so I got to do logarithms and linear algebra when I was 7. That was COOL

No wonder I'm not a very good auditory processor, even without the AS...............

I was not completely unaware of special treatment as a kid. In kindergarten, I was often being sent out of the room for tests...or other things...I don't really remember the nature of the tests. They tested my hearing a lot...I also remember sitting at a desk in a room with a panel of grownups and getting asked questions....I wish that I could figure out the nature of that thing...but I think my old school records no longer exist...or I don't know how to access them if they do exist.

I was allowed to go home sick an awful lot...My teachers were always talking to the principal/councilors
I was allowed to miss more school than the limit.

I got excused from P.E....Teachers let me sit on the sidelines and read....My legs were messed up from my toe-walking...

Later in Jr. High...I was sorta taken aside and mentored by a nice lady and was part of a small group of kids who would participate in academic tournaments at other schools...It sorta kept me separate from the general population of the school and away from the bullies.
I had a sort of "mentor" in 7th grade...who..uh...happened to be the school special ed teacher... She and my drama teacher worked hard to help me get into the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts..but it didn't work out...