Aspies For Freedom

LOl,
nice to see my posts actually helped someone
you're welcome

"How can you claim to have a form of Autism, you seem nothing like Rain Man"

That's nothing, a person that really has Autism could tell you the square root of 7572987575745894276754 right off the top of his head, unfortunately they'd never be able to say it because they either can't speak or are too depressed that they're never going to live a fulfilling life.

I actually had someone tell me that Autism needs to be cured because NOBODY with it can possibly live a fulfilling life, of course she is the parent of some unfortunate kid with Autism, so she tried to explain why I'm an **** for not being pro-cure.

Not that's it's unfortunate for the kid to have Autism, it's unfortunate for the kid to have autism and to have a mother that thinks that way.  For fucks sake, show a little pride in your kid instead of acting like he has a terminal disease.

"Stop fidgeting", "Cheer up", "you cut your hair(OMGZ)", "kyle knows everything", "what's funny?", "Are you gay?", "You're really posh", and my personal favourite "You're RUDE!".

that is *too* funny.

My parents have always read enough books to keep me satisfied, so I geuss I'm lucky. I always asked for books as presents aswell. I got alot of info books at like easter instead of chocolate.

(nods) I asked for a dictionary for Christmas. (Back before people had computers at home.) It was my favorite gift that year and I still have it.

As the old saying saying goes, "There are not stupid questions. But there sure seems to be plenty of inquisitive idiots"

When i was a kid "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about". I always thought that obviously I had a reason for crying or I wouldn't be doing so.

(this is 2nd hand)  Conversation in bank:

Customer: I'm closing my credit cards accounts and cutting up my cards.
Bank teller: Wow that must be nice.
Customer: Yes, it feels really good to pay for things with cash instead of credit cards.
Bank teller: Oh, I could never afford to do that!

Goodness. You just gave me a moment of insight in a flash.  When mom was mad at me I used to ask "What did I do?" and this would make her more angry. She would mock in her most sarcastic voice "What did *I* do? What did *I* say?" like she was sick of hearing me pretend innocence. She'd say that I knew perfectly well what I'd done, or said wrong.  But... I didn't or I wouldn't have asked. We replayed that scene countless times until I was an adult.

I got yelled at (literally) by a cop once. He was directing traffic. I was confused about what he was trying to signal for me to do.  In fact, I said that out loud to my father at the time, "I don't know what that means. Does he want me to turn here?"  So, I turn right and the cop screams at me.  I explained that I had been confused about what he wanted me to do. He shouted "THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE. I should give you a ticket for crossing a solid line!" (a painted line).  Well,  no, I wouldnt have normally done so but the rule is that you obey the cop and I tried. (sigh)

They probably had no idea what they were supposed to do with that information

I was over 30 years old and on my way to compete in a race when my mother advised "Don't pass the boys or they won't want to be your friend."

From my ex: "Books are full of bull****"

Sheesh, he acts like he's buying a horse.  You shoulda offered for him to count your teeth.