Earliest Memory

Having now been a member of the NAS Community for approximately a fortnight, I thought it was about time I got around to starting a discussion, as opposed to simply commenting on discussions started by other members.

The following is an event that happened more than 40 years ago (before anyone knew I was autistic), which I remember in full technicolour glory...

As I had no siblings, my mother had been keen to socialise me with other children before I started nursery school, so had taken me to a playgroup. I guess this means that I would have been aged about 3 or 4 years old.

The playgroup was in a room at the town's rugby club, and the rugby club was located in the town's large park, where there was also a leisure centre and outdoor ski slope.

I remember walking into this room (the playgroup), and my senses being hit by an overwhelming and unpleasant smell of plasticine, along with other smells/odours that I considered equally as unpleasant.

Some of the children were playing together, whilst others were playing on their own. My mother was keen for me to join them, but I didn't want to and refused to leave her side. The more she and the playgroup staff attempted to persuade me to join the other children, the more I protested and insisted that I wanted to be taken back home. Being in this strange and unfamiliar environment was just too traumatic for me. In hindsight, I guess I'd displayed all the hallmarks of an autistic meltdown.

Fortunately (for me), I had caused my mother so much stress that day that she never attempted to take me back to that playgroup.

If you are on the spectrum, do you have any vivid memories of early childhood?


Edited to add: I thought I would ask this question because I sometimes wonder if those of us who are on the Spectrum are better at remembering events from our early childhood.

Also, if your memories are traumatic, please don't feel obliged to share them unless you feel comfortable doing so.

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  • Hello  ,

    My earliest memory is of me when I was about 5 or 6, I had just finished school and was running across the playground to my Mum. I was always so excited to see her and relieved as I always thought she might abandon me and not come back. So I was running and unfortunately I tripped over my own feet lol and went down to the ground. I cut my knee and grazed my hands and started crying. Mum ran over to me and gave me a hug and my teacher Mrs Williams came over as well. I can't remember what happened next but I remember running, my excitement to see Mum and then falling. That's my strongest first memory.

  • Thank you for sharing that memory Becky.

    How unfortunate that you had tripped over your feet whilst excitedly running to your Mum. I have been known to trip over my own feet too, and that's when I'm walking at quite a slow pace. As an adult, it can leave me feeling rather embarrassed when I happen to be outside in a public area. I just want the ground to swallow me up, and for onlookers to completely ignore me.

  • Yes very unfortunate, and it happened more than once lol. I'm very clumsy at times. Ashamed to say that I'm very much like you in the sense that I trip over my feet all the time, embarrassing when it happens in a street full of people. At least I don't cry now though. 

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