I remember when I was little I would play in my room for hours with all my stuffed toys & make them have huge adventures & stuff. But as soon as any1 came into my room I'd stop watever it was I was doing. I think in the end my mother wanted to know what I was actually doing in there & standed outside my room with her ear to the door lol, it wouldnt surprise me. We didnt find out I had AS until I was 15 but my mother always new how to deal with me. If i was really naughty when people were over she would make me stand in the corner of our lounge room so everyone could see me :S <good tip for parents of kids with AS) I hated it so much I never did what I had done to get put there ever again. I cried the whole time & after a while my mum said I cold leave & I bolted to my room & closed the door.. One time I was in time out & i found a tissue in my room & i started playing with it, it was a balloon or something & id bounce it on my finger & blow it in the air.. When she came to check on me she was annoyed Id been having fun the whole time & took it away :'( Even to this day I have a large imagination. When I talk to my friends on the phone they'll say something & I'll start telling them how they shouldnt do that cos the gods will get angry & then blow up the earth & u'll be alone in space all by urself for a millenia... My friends always say I have an over-active imagination.. But i dont show it unless Im really comfortable with the person/people so not many people I know realise just how big it is.
When I write storys (on the rare occasion) I have to know everything about them before I can even start, their personality, family life, background, everything. I usually end up adding stuff as the story goes on but I have to have alotta stuff before I even start on it. But i can come up with all that info in a good 5-10 min time span & then I'll just write for a good hour or 2. 1 of my autistic friends on the net also liks to write storys but she can never come up with anything to write about. & I give her general ideas & tell her good ways of going about it but she never gets anywhere. I think the most she's ever ended up writing was about 3/4 of a page. & alot of the time she'll ask me to proof-read it for her. It seems I taught myself how to write fictional (fictional stories r the ones that r made up rnt they - I can never member) stories early last year while writing a fanfic about DragonBall Z & Demashitaa! PowerPuff Girls Z. Which ended up being a good 15 or so pages long. I can come up with the best story ideas/plots if i can do it freely. I couldnt in school because they always gave u a specific topic to write about but when i have total control/freedom I can come up with some really good stuff.
ya the norad thing is beyond out of control now.. It wasnt like this when I went to bed last night & when I got on here today its like nothing but VICTORY or jumbled letters.
I did the pretend-play thing but I always did it by myself lol. Id just imagine the other people where their instead of actually playing with another hyper-active kid who couldnt figure me out & i certainly couldnt figure them out so I just did it by myself. I hated thinking people were looking at me so as soon as some1 would come into my room I would stop. So Im happly playing, my mother comes in, Im sitting there on the floor so she asks wat Im doing & at that point in time I wasnt actually doin anything so I said nothing & shed leave & Id go back to my own little world... It was such a happy existance. Every1 thought I was just doing nothing in my room & i was having the time of my life lol
Lack of imagination- thats pathetic! That's all I ever do is imagine stuff. I wish more Nt's were creative (No offense, guys).
This is one of the things that make me so mad when I read NT descriptions of autistics. The cr*p that they seem to believe is both pathetic and dangerous. The other thing is the hypocrisy of saying that autistic kids play with toys in ways that were not intended, yet have the audacity (and imho idiocy) to say in the next breath that these children lack imagination. 1984 anyone? We must all be the same. Thanks, but I'll pass. Maybe my imagination is devoted to things they don't care about. Guess what, theirs is likewise. Not interested. Coexist.