Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories

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Since we’re on the subject of school autism, it reminded me of a time when I was in first or second grade when the school shit the bed and went full autist instead of the students.

there was this annoying girl in our class named Erika. She was the kind of annoying kid who had no filter and just wouldn’t shut up, would ramble on and on like the fucking Energizer Bunny if you let her. She wanted to play with one group of girls at recess and they told her to go away. Erika went home and reeee’d to her parents about how all the kids were mean to her for no reason. Did I mention Erika was black?

the next day a furious principal called the entire student body in and started railing at everyone and asking how we’d like to be excluded for no good reason, so for the rest of the day the rule was only boys could talk with boys, only whites could talk with other whites and so on. If we didn’t comply, we would be punished. You can imagine how livid most of the parents were when we came home that day. Still trying to figure out what was going on in his head to make him conclude forced segregation among 7 year olds under threat of punishment was a good idea. Girl wasn’t even excluded because she was black, it was because she was a sperg.
 
Since we’re on the subject of school autism, it reminded me of a time when I was in first or second grade when the school shit the bed and went full autist instead of the students.

there was this annoying girl in our class named Erika. She was the kind of annoying kid who had no filter and just wouldn’t shut up, would ramble on and on like the fucking Energizer Bunny if you let her. She wanted to play with one group of girls at recess and they told her to go away. Erika went home and reeee’d to her parents about how all the kids were mean to her for no reason. Did I mention Erika was black?

the next day a furious principal called the entire student body in and started railing at everyone and asking how we’d like to be excused for no good reason, so for the rest of the day the rule was only boys could talk with boys, only whites could talk with other whites and so on. If we didn’t comply, we would be punished. You can imagine how livid most of the parents were when we came home that day. Still trying to figure out what was going on in his head to make him conclude forced segregation among 7 year olds under threat of punishment was a good idea. Girl wasn’t even excluded because she was black, it was because she was a sperg.
Today that kind of racial and gender segregation would be called a Brave & Stunning stand against racism and sexism.
 
not IRL per se, but check the comments of both the vydias:
i took snippets from both of the videos since sia's new album is supposed to be a love letter to autistic people, as expected, autism ensures.
Snippet 1 said:
For this being a "love letter" to the autistic community you've made this move extremely flashy and overwhelming for people with sensory issues.
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Snippet 2 said:
is Sia trying to make people think that having autism is like being on drugs or something
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Snippet 3 said:
Not Sia forcing Maddie to do this because she didn't want to seem like she's bullying someone and telling her "they'll deal with it". I swear, Sia is obsessed with her Edit: for those saying it's just rumors that Maddie didn't want to be in a movie and everything else that has been stated by many other people. A full linked article, Sia also deleted her Twitter, she said so much bs to autistic people and actors who said that they would jump at the opportunity to be in the movie. If this doesn't prove anything idk what will but these aren't rumors and also things that Sia said herself. https://www.cheatsheet.com/entertainment/maddie-ziegler-sia-2.html/?amp
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(News Archive)
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Imagine putting this in a movie meant to be a “love letter” to autistic people. As an autistic person I couldn’t watch this. I got over stimulated so quickly I began to panic. The music is fine but the video is horrific. Yes, neurotypical people may love this, but for those on the spectrum... this is a literal nightmare. I’m not sure how three years of research led you to this. Fully disappointed. Edit: I’m not saying that everyone on the spectrum is like me and cannot handle the movie, but there are more than enough who cannot. I’m sorry if it seemed this way in my original post. Also look at the many comments on the Together music video of others opinions who are on the spectrum.
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now for IRL powerlevel: during my gamedev classes there was a functional person on the tism spectrum, he never bothered people and always played his nintendo games, usually megaman on a emulator whenever we played an talked nintendo news with us. he got a job as a programmer in some startup i can't member the name and that's it, i talked in another thread about how some furfag almost hit him during his "BDP" crisis with the after effect of him having a terrible fame in the class. i don't have none of the luck of the other kiwis from seeing reeeee level of autists because you know, most of these people in here are in a nursing home and are locked away from society.
 
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My lawyer friend can be a bit of a sperg, at age 62.
When he gets obsessed about something he posts about it on Facebook like 200+ times a day and makes dedicated pages/groups about it.
Now he got the knack for China and Winnie Pooh and has grown a typical stereotyped Chink moustache.
Up until a month ago he was posting 24/7 about how Lukashenko was the legitimate President of Belarus and it was all a UN plot.
 
Yes. Rich, owns a Lamborghini and his daughter is spoiled rotten, but he's a true "Comrade". Ridiculous.
I know exactly the sort of guy.

He's a man in his late 40s that works a white collar job, but insists that he knows what the TRUE and HONEST working class think while denigrating them constantly. He's also a stereotypical soyboy.
 
I know exactly the sort of guy.

He's a man in his late 40s that works a white collar job, but insists that he knows what the TRUE and HONEST working class think while denigrating them constantly. He's also a stereotypical soyboy.
Exactly.
Tho he used to change trophy wife every month before the 'rona, and he was cool with me getting up and close with his slutty daughter.
 
I had a boss who was sad middle aged man-child who lived nextdoor to his elderly mother. He had the job because he was friends with a regional bigwig. This man talked about his cat like it was his girlfriend ("The Love of his Life) and said he would own more, but his mother didn't let him. He was afraid of making soup, would hide away in his office for the entire shift (to avoid customers), and had a weird subservient attitude with any/all women. He also once uttered the phrase "Yum-Yum Yummerz", unironically.
 
Since we’re on the subject of school autism, it reminded me of a time when I was in first or second grade when the school shit the bed and went full autist instead of the students.

there was this annoying girl in our class named Erika. She was the kind of annoying kid who had no filter and just wouldn’t shut up, would ramble on and on like the fucking Energizer Bunny if you let her. She wanted to play with one group of girls at recess and they told her to go away. Erika went home and reeee’d to her parents about how all the kids were mean to her for no reason. Did I mention Erika was black?

the next day a furious principal called the entire student body in and started railing at everyone and asking how we’d like to be excluded for no good reason, so for the rest of the day the rule was only boys could talk with boys, only whites could talk with other whites and so on. If we didn’t comply, we would be punished. You can imagine how livid most of the parents were when we came home that day. Still trying to figure out what was going on in his head to make him conclude forced segregation among 7 year olds under threat of punishment was a good idea. Girl wasn’t even excluded because she was black, it was because she was a sperg.
I have a somewhat similar anecdote from my own school's administration being incredibly autistic with enforcement of punishments as well.

I should probably note that, aside from the few cases I've already mentioned, my school ended up becoming more or less like a sort of melting pot of socially maladjusted kids who really couldn't hack it in other schools, so we had some pretty interesting cases pop up from time to time. For this particular tale, one of the underclassmen really couldn't aim to save his life in the bathroom, and was particularly notorious for going to the bathroom in the middle of class periods and just firehosing the entire bathroom stall. Somehow, nobody seemed to make the correlation between the one student constantly leaving in the middle of class and the one bathroom stall consistently being completely covered in piss from the walls to the floor whenever someone checked it afterwards, but, naturally, the administration didn't care one bit that this was the case until someone on staff attempted to use said stall when it was in its piss-soaked state.

How do they decide to address this issue, you may wonder to yourself? Well, instead of having, say, someone from the front office monitor the bathrooms between periods (because they do fuckall most of the day anyway and I would know – I served as an assistant for the school administration during my Senior year) or even conducting the smallest amount of investigation into this issue, they decide to call the Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores (basically consisting of everyone who WASN'T involved in this happening and were actively complaining ourselves beforehand about the bathroom stall ending up flooded in piss for weeks beforehand) together, during class hours, and gave us an incredible ass-chewing over checking our aim when we piss and how "we wouldn't do this to our own home toilets, so we shouldn't do it in a public bathroom either".

We all gave a collective "what the fuck" to the school administration for chewing us out. They got even angrier that we dared to insinuate they were chewing out everyone else but the kids they should've gone after first. They gave some bullshit excuse about how it was fine to hold US accountable because we're somehow responsible for what our underclassmen do, even when we don't have the same classes or class schedules as them, so we have absolutely no way to keep track of them.

Then they seemed to handle the case quietly and swept the whole thing under the rug after they realized they made a bad play wasting our time with an unnecessary ass-chewing. No apologies offered or anything after they found the offender.
 
Back in high school I was friendly with this kid. No one really liked him but we talked about smash bros and the like in the library. He liked anime and would watch it on the school computers in the morning or at lunch. I come into school one day early and hes watching fucking hentai on the school computer! The mad man! He was short, heavy set, sort of smelt I dont think he showerd too often. I ran into him once, a few years after we got out of school. It was weird- I just wanted a sammich man, i dont want to hear about your comic collection from the 80s..
 
He was afraid of making soup

You HAVE to expand on this a bit, fam. Who the hell could be scared to make soup? Was this actually MAKING soup, like chopping vegetables and meat, preparing a broth etc. or was he afraid to open a can of Chunky Chicken Noodle and dump in a bowl and nuke it?
 
Eh, where do I begin?

I used to work in a group home for a while when I was in college. We had like a handful of residents and they were either autistic, schizophrenic or both. This one guy, let's call him Bo, was 100% the most severe case. Being in his late 50s, he'd grown up and lived his entire life in different institutions, something which had definitely scarred him and that he often liked to talk about. Now, Bo being very autistic and all that, a conversation with him could go something like this:
Bo: *repeatedly punching himself in the face*
Bo: "Is hitting yourself a good thing to do? Is hitting yourself a good thing to do? Is hitting yourself a good thing to do?"
Unless someone replied "Why I don't know, Bo - is hitting yourself a good thing to do?", he'd just keep going. "No" didn't work. You had to repeat the question to him. And when that was done, Bo would go on:
Bo: *legit flapping his hands*
Bo: "I used to live in an abandoned house in the woods. I used to live in an abandoned house in the woods. Do doctors like that exist anymore? Doctors like that don't exist anymore. It's illegal now. They don't exist. I think about the abandoned house in the woods. I used to live in an abandoned house in the woods. Is that a good thing to think about? Is that a good thing to think about? Is that a good thing to think about?"
Again, you had to repeat the question to him. He'd come to the conclusion that no, hitting yourself is not a good thing to do, and constantly thinking about things that make you feel bad isn't a good thing to do, either.

Bo also had a thing for defecating on himself, vomiting on the floor, and pissing his pants and then refusing to shower for hours after. He wasn't physically ill or anything, he just found it funny.

That's the 'tism for ya. Oh, what a horror it must be to give birth to a child like that!
 
You HAVE to expand on this a bit, fam. Who the hell could be scared to make soup? Was this actually MAKING soup, like chopping vegetables and meat, preparing a broth etc. or was he afraid to open a can of Chunky Chicken Noodle and dump in a bowl and nuke it?
We got soup delivered frozen, in big ol blocks. All we had to do was reconstitute it with hot water to make soup. Because he had never done this before, he was terrified "something" would go wrong, so he forbade us from making soup. Finally when he left for vacation we just made it anyway, and when he came back he was in awe of our bravery.

He also had a lovequest, but you probably wouldn't be interested in that.
 
We got soup delivered frozen, in big ol blocks. All we had to do was reconstitute it with hot water to make soup. Because he had never done this before, he was terrified "something" would go wrong, so he forbade us from making soup. Finally when he left for vacation we just made it anyway, and when he came back he was in awe of our bravery.

He also had a lovequest, but you probably wouldn't be interested in that.

Wow. Just wow. Considering he was terrified of something even a goddamn crackfiend who eats from church charity kitchens if at all could handle without fear, I absolutely want to hear about his lovequest. It must be 10x more pathetic then even OPL's.



Fun fact: were you aware that before refrigeration existed, soup used to be transported and sold as dried slabs of 'portable soup'? Essentially it was a vegetable and lean meat soup with as little fat as possible (fat goes rancid quickly) and a shitload of pepper to help perserve it boiled almost totally dry without scorching it, left on low heat in shallow pans to evaporate the last of the water out then decanted and bound up in muslin or whatever stacked together and sold to armies, naval vessels, wherever soup needed to go but couldn't always be made and the frizbee sized slabs stacked up neatly for storage. It was then reconstituted with approx. 4-6x water to it's dry weight to make it edible again. It kept for months to years and it apparently wasn't delicious but at least it was nutritious, and was considered ideal for invalids or wounded to recover with.
 
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Wow. Just wow. Considering he was terrified of something even a goddamn crackfiend who eats from church charity kitchens if at all could handle without fear, I absolutely want to hear about his lovequest. It must be 10x more pathetic then even OPL's.



(Fun fact: were you aware that before refrigeration existed, soup used to be transported and sold as dried slabs of 'portable soup'? essentially it was a proper soup boiled almost totally dry without scorching it, left to evaporate the last of the water out then bound up in muslin or whatever and sold to armies, naval vessels, wherever soup needed to go but couldn't always be made. reconstituted with 4x water to it's dry weight. It kept for months to years and it was only just a little bit horribly unedible but was considered ideal for invalids or wounded to recover with.)
As I said, he was weirdly subservient to all female employees/customers, and would 1000 yard stare at them at every opportunity. He also frequently overshard, and through his sharing, we learned that this nibba was literally on every single possible dating and hook-up website possible. If someone mentioned a website he hadn't heard of, he would stop everything, and frantically write down the name as if it was the cure to cancer. He would also pathetically flirt with any middle aged woman who walked into the cafe, with the desperation of a dying man in the desert smelling water. After flirting he would run away to the bathroom, with the maintenance keys to lock it from the inside.
 
In hindsight it just strikes me as extremely weird and uncomfortable that something like this is/was even allowed.
I think I posted about this originally in the Share Your School Stories thread, but I had something similar happen in fourth grade.

When I told my teacher that a classmate was peeing in a trashcan instead of one of the toilets or urinals, she went into the lavatory after him to remove him. My mouth was agape because I had been taught that boys shouldn't walk in on girls using the bathroom and vice versa. The only thing I can think of is that she wanted to catch him in the act without warning. Still, I agree that this is very awkward.
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During my junior or senior year in high school someone published 2 or 3 issues of an underground version of our student newspaper. Instead of printing hot gossip or other stuff the student body might want to read about from an alternative/tabloid news source, whomever published the underground paper instead had the autistic idea of printing ignorant garbage that was stereotypical at minimum if not outright racist at its worst. One such example was an "article" that described high school courses one might see being offered in the inner city such as "Advanced Auto Theft" with the comment that Basic Auto Theft was neither offered nor a prerequisite because every student was assumed to already have that knowledge.

When the official student newspaper's next regular edition ran an article about the underground version, the student body's response as a whole made it clear they hated the underground paper's less than shit-tier quality content even if the First Amendment gave the author(s) the right to print it. The negative feedback combined with the possibility students and staff wanted to identify whomever was behind the underground version appeared to be enough to make it abruptly cease publication. As far as I know, nobody ever successfully identified the person(s) behind the underground version.
 
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One such example was an "article" that described high school courses one might see being offered in the inner city such as "Advanced Auto Theft" with the comment that Basic Auto Theft was neither offered nor a prerequisite because every student was assumed to already have that knowledge.

That sounds fucking hilarious but it was probably executed poorly. I'd rather have a good version of that than the standard student gossip column or Mad Magazine-style "we're oppressed by the school admin" rebellion rag.
 
So my brother and I grew up with a kid who was kind of like that weird cousin that everyone has even tho he wasn't technically related. A little background.. while he was never diagnosed with autism, this was in the late 80's/early 90's so maybe it wasn't as prevalent back then. He did take medication for Tourettes however I never really saw him exhibit any tics. I think his main problem was his parents had money, he was an only child and spoiled to high heaven. We will call him Rob. A few things I can remember Rob doing as a kid.

1. At one point my dad put up this really weak electric fence to try to keep the dogs out of the flower beds. Half the time it didn't even work, that's how weak the thing was. So one day Rob is at our house and he brushes up against it, whines for a second but then goes on his way. Until later, when we were asked to clean up our toys and then he starts crying and saying that the electric fence zapped all of his energy. Went to go lay down instead of helping to clean up.

2. Another day he is at our house and accidentally trips over his feet in such a way that he falls and mashes his finger. Rob has always been a husky kid. Overweight but mostly just big-boned and stocky. Again, he cries and my grandmother makes a fuss over him but he seems to be okay after a minute or so. However, as soon as his mom comes to pick him up the waterworks start. Oooooowwwhhh... my fiiiinguuuuuur huurts... he just goes on and on. She keeps him home from school the next day and has his finger x-rayed.

3. This time he spends the night at our house. We are all upstairs playing in my brothers' room when Rob decides to do a striptease to Right Said Fred's "Im too Sexy" song that he has basically played on repeat since he got there. So he's dancing around naked and decides to do a flying leap onto my brothers' bed, but because he's overweight, it causes the slat to fall and the bed comes crashing to the floor making a horrible noise. And we're all like, "Rob, put your clothes back on before my parents come upstairs!" My dad was kind of a jerk back then anyway.

(These next two stories I didn't actually witness but heard secondhand from my brother)
4. Rob had this aversion to school. His whole childhood, he fought it tooth and nail. So one morning, he is at his dads' office before school and decides he needs to go to the bathroom right before they're ready to leave. He's just steps away when suddenly, the inevitable happens and he shits all over himself and the floor. Just to avoid having to go to school. He was 15 years old.

5. I'm not entirely sure what sparked this last incident but I'm sure it had something to do with Rob wanting to get out of one responsibility or another. But basically, he faked losing his memory for days, to the point where his parents drug him to a neurologist to see what the hell was the matter. He was oddly proud of this and the previous story for some reason which is probably the reason why anyone knows about it in the first place.

So yeah, it might not be autism, but it's definitely something.
 
So my brother and I grew up with a kid who was kind of like that weird cousin that everyone has even tho he wasn't technically related. A little background.. while he was never diagnosed with autism, this was in the late 80's/early 90's so maybe it wasn't as prevalent back then. He did take medication for Tourettes however I never really saw him exhibit any tics. I think his main problem was his parents had money, he was an only child and spoiled to high heaven. We will call him Rob. A few things I can remember Rob doing as a kid.

1. At one point my dad put up this really weak electric fence to try to keep the dogs out of the flower beds. Half the time it didn't even work, that's how weak the thing was. So one day Rob is at our house and he brushes up against it, whines for a second but then goes on his way. Until later, when we were asked to clean up our toys and then he starts crying and saying that the electric fence zapped all of his energy. Went to go lay down instead of helping to clean up.

2. Another day he is at our house and accidentally trips over his feet in such a way that he falls and mashes his finger. Rob has always been a husky kid. Overweight but mostly just big-boned and stocky. Again, he cries and my grandmother makes a fuss over him but he seems to be okay after a minute or so. However, as soon as his mom comes to pick him up the waterworks start. Oooooowwwhhh... my fiiiinguuuuuur huurts... he just goes on and on. She keeps him home from school the next day and has his finger x-rayed.

3. This time he spends the night at our house. We are all upstairs playing in my brothers' room when Rob decides to do a striptease to Right Said Fred's "Im too Sexy" song that he has basically played on repeat since he got there. So he's dancing around naked and decides to do a flying leap onto my brothers' bed, but because he's overweight, it causes the slat to fall and the bed comes crashing to the floor making a horrible noise. And we're all like, "Rob, put your clothes back on before my parents come upstairs!" My dad was kind of a jerk back then anyway.

(These next two stories I didn't actually witness but heard secondhand from my brother)
4. Rob had this aversion to school. His whole childhood, he fought it tooth and nail. So one morning, he is at his dads' office before school and decides he needs to go to the bathroom right before they're ready to leave. He's just steps away when suddenly, the inevitable happens and he shits all over himself and the floor. Just to avoid having to go to school. He was 15 years old.

5. I'm not entirely sure what sparked this last incident but I'm sure it had something to do with Rob wanting to get out of one responsibility or another. But basically, he faked losing his memory for days, to the point where his parents drug him to a neurologist to see what the hell was the matter. He was oddly proud of this and the previous story for some reason which is probably the reason why anyone knows about it in the first place.

So yeah, it might not be autism, but it's definitely something.
Sounds like Rob was smarter than his parents since toddlerhood and he just got used to manipulating them.
 
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