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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  • My earliest memory is of my Gran's charming old house. It was called Seaview and sat atop a green hill that overlooked the sea - my earliest memory and memories are of this house and staying there with my Gran and Grampy as my parents used to work away a lot. I remember one memory, I must have been 4 or 5 and I went in to a room that was out of bounds and it turned out to be Grampy's study and library. A beautiful room with dark wood panels, tall bookshelves, a stone fire place and two rounded windows that looked out to the sea. It was beautiful and my Grampy was sat by the window reading a book - he closed it and stood up, pipe in his mouth and I remember feeling terrified that I would get in trouble for going in to the room and he simply smiled, smoked a little and said "So my girl, you've discovered my treasure!" And it was there where I then spent most of my time, so long as I promised not to mess around. It's a lovely memory for me and I can still picture it like it happened yesterday. I can even still smell the books and that beautiful wood smell from the walls and can even still hear the sea as it crashed at the bottom of the hill.

    My Gran and Grampy are both dead now sadly. Gran was 83 when she died and Grampy 89. Someone else owns Seaview but I do go up there every now and then, just to see the house, I can't go in but I can still look. I hope whoever's in there now appreciates how special it is. It's where some of my happiest memories are.

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  • My earliest memory is of my Gran's charming old house. It was called Seaview and sat atop a green hill that overlooked the sea - my earliest memory and memories are of this house and staying there with my Gran and Grampy as my parents used to work away a lot. I remember one memory, I must have been 4 or 5 and I went in to a room that was out of bounds and it turned out to be Grampy's study and library. A beautiful room with dark wood panels, tall bookshelves, a stone fire place and two rounded windows that looked out to the sea. It was beautiful and my Grampy was sat by the window reading a book - he closed it and stood up, pipe in his mouth and I remember feeling terrified that I would get in trouble for going in to the room and he simply smiled, smoked a little and said "So my girl, you've discovered my treasure!" And it was there where I then spent most of my time, so long as I promised not to mess around. It's a lovely memory for me and I can still picture it like it happened yesterday. I can even still smell the books and that beautiful wood smell from the walls and can even still hear the sea as it crashed at the bottom of the hill.

    My Gran and Grampy are both dead now sadly. Gran was 83 when she died and Grampy 89. Someone else owns Seaview but I do go up there every now and then, just to see the house, I can't go in but I can still look. I hope whoever's in there now appreciates how special it is. It's where some of my happiest memories are.

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