What were you like as a baby?

(Alright, so I'm not one to start a new thread, but figured I'd give it a try.)

Just out of personal interest and curiosity: what were you like as babies? Did you show any ASD signs?

Because supposedly I didn't really, as far as I can find out now (I'm 44). Except for being not much of a happy baby or child and often restless and never wanting to go asleep. I apparently always wanted to stay up with the grown-ups. And apparently I was talking at a very young age.

I know as a four year old (and all throughout primary school too) they wanted to keep me to stay back in the same class for another year, because I was too childish, not because of developmental reasons.

I have a bit of a personal interest as I've got a 14-month old here that is very peculiar and specific about certain things (light needs to stay on in the hallway at night, very much into her books, wrapped up in her own world). She is reaching her milestones, but way ahead on speech.

Would like to hear about any signs you showed as a young child.

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  • No one suspected I had ASD as a kid and although my mum will insist I was a happy healthy baby, there were definitely some tell tale signs.

    I would hyperfocus on activities, such as building things with blocks, lego or meccano and I would also have terrible tantrums during my younger years.  My mum said I had a vile temper where I would just scream, hit myself, throw myself onto the floor and smack my head repeatedly off things.  I can remember doing some of these and it was never because I couldn't have my own way - it was because I was so wound up and could burst with rage that was triggered from a number of things.

    I used to get told off for cutting the labels out of my clothes and for not making eye contact.  In fact my school report said I need to make more of an effort to socialise and that I was very quiet and shy.

    With regards to development, my speech, reading and writing was always very good, but I suffered with my coordination.  I was forever covered in bruises and scabs from falling over and walking into things.

    I would also spend a lot of time on my own, drawing and reading and I was very interested in fantasy novels and characters - these were my special interests and I would collect things associated with them and recite facts to friends and family.  It probably just looked like I was going through a phase at the time.  One of my special interests, which did freak my mum out was the subject of death - I was about 5 or 6 at the time.  She even consulted with friends and doctors as she was concerned.  I just couldn't understand why it was so taboo if it happened to everyone, so I was curious to learn more.

  • I had obsessions about WWII. So bad that my parents attempted to stop me from reading books about the subject. I was fascinated by the horror side of it.

    Me too, I was always covered in bruises. Still am actually and half the time I don't know where they come from Relaxed

  • I have always struggled with the concept of being in denial of things which are both blatantly obvious and at the same time horrific.  I once chuckled at a quote on Twitter (I don't know who said it) which to paraphrase, went something like "Twitter, the place where people get offended at the idea of war and exploitation, rather than being offended by war and exploitation."

    I have always struggled to understand why people are happy to go along with denial, rather than face up to facts and either accept certain things about life, as well as trying to change things which they feel are morally and ethically wrong.

    Maybe if we all stop being so offended by the ideas of things and started to analyse how we can accept and make things better, the world would be a much nicer place to live in.  And I have started off on a cheery note for a Sunday morning!

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  • I have always struggled with the concept of being in denial of things which are both blatantly obvious and at the same time horrific.  I once chuckled at a quote on Twitter (I don't know who said it) which to paraphrase, went something like "Twitter, the place where people get offended at the idea of war and exploitation, rather than being offended by war and exploitation."

    I have always struggled to understand why people are happy to go along with denial, rather than face up to facts and either accept certain things about life, as well as trying to change things which they feel are morally and ethically wrong.

    Maybe if we all stop being so offended by the ideas of things and started to analyse how we can accept and make things better, the world would be a much nicer place to live in.  And I have started off on a cheery note for a Sunday morning!

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