Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories

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soft breathing said:
A weird memory from school just came back to me for unexplainable reasons. And it only now hits me how weird and wrong this thing was. It might not be exactly autistic per se but..

At one school I was at, it was normal procedure that the kids had to be outside of the school building during lunch break. To catch some air. It didn't matter if you were ill, if it was raining, storming, 45 centigrade summer, or minus 20 centigrade winter - you had to be outside.

So some students started to try and hide in the school's toilets, just to stay a little warm or dry. And our teachers were patrolling the school toilets like fucking watchdogs. Looking under the stall doors if someone was there and if they saw feet (or more, fuck if I know how much they sometimes saw, since I remember having eye-contact with one teacher while I was pissing) but not "peeing noises", they announced that "I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING, YOU ARE NOT PEEING, GET OUT NOW OR FACE DETENTION".

In hindsight it just strikes me as extremely weird and uncomfortable that something like this is/was even allowed.
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The fuck, fam! Where did you go to school? Alcatraz Island?

That is completely fucking throwed. What about kids wanting to study in the library over lunchbreak because they want to actually learn something and get good exam scores? To say nothing of rehersal for plays if you are in drama, wrestling or whatever indoor sport practice? I mean shit, it really does sound like a reform school or something. Did your parents never have any idea of that rule? It would have set alarm bells off in my head so fast if my kid came home and told me they were forced to stay outside no matter what for lunchbreak, not even allowed to piss in peace. wow. just wow.


Speaking of school, I am getting low on big autist stories, but some fragments of 'tism witnessed come to mind, like this one about a normal girl in my class who had the worst millstone of a younger brother come into the school at grade 8 when she hit grade 10.

He was one of the strange, creepy kids who would make odd noises out of nowhere, smile and giggle at nothing, etc. He wasn't retarded but def. an autist somewhere on the spectrum. The sister's friends hated to have him around because he always seemed to be 'undressing them with his eyes' as the old saying went. You could tell he was storing up spank material for the porno movie playing 24/7 in his head at all times.

The strangest thing I ever saw with him was walking down the hall during a class change and hearing a shriek coming from the locker of one of the cheerleaders in my grade, a pretty girl who had a big metal-head boyfriend who was always with her. Anyway, she's shrieking "oh God! Hit him! hit him!' struggling with this kid who was latched onto her, presumably grabbing at bobs and vagene. Boyfriend is standing there absolutely gobsmacked but finally snaps out of it, winds up and delivers a brutal roundhouse kick to the side of the kid's head, jarring him loose from the girl. He then just kept walking/staggering away in the direction he had been kicked to with a goofy glassy-eyed grin on his face as he went past me.

I still have no fucking idea what set that whole thing off, but i do wish I had walked past there 30 secs earlier to see the start.
 
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When I was ten, the Department of Education decided that sending autists (we didn't know that word back then) and other retards to special schools wasn't cost effective, so they started a program called Mainstreaming, in which they dumped violent, severely mentally challenged mongoloids on teachers who had no training, no resources and no desire to deal with them.
It was unfair to the teachers, unfair to the retards and unfair to the normal children.
We had a redhead autist put into our class. He was much bigger than all of us (looking back, I'm guessing he may have been two or three years older than we were), he was almost completely unable to communicate and he was very violent. He would frequently melt down and attack our elderly teacher. Among his many idiosyncrasies was demanding a different colour of paper to eat on a daily basis.
To put it bluntly, he was a menace and we were scared of him.
He had a fit at the beach and drowned, during the Christmas holidays. I said, "Good!"
I bet if his parents could be honest about it, they felt relief after he died.
 
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The Un-Clit said:
The fuck, fam! Where did you go to school? Alcatraz Island?

That is completely fucking throwed. What about kids wanting to study in the library over lunchbreak because they want to actually learn something and get good exam scores? To say nothing of rehersal for plays if you are in drama, wrestling or whatever indoor sport practice? I mean shit, it really does sound like a reform school or something. Did your parents never have any idea of that rule? It would have set alarm bells off in my head so fast if my kid came home and told me they were forced to stay outside no matter what for lunchbreak, not even allowed to piss in peace. wow. just wow.
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Haha, it was a small town in a European country. Not a christian school, not a reform school, just a 'normal' school. We also didn't have a big library where you could study at - it was just a dingy room with some books in it. Shit, man, the more I think about the whole school in general, the more I could rant on about it here. I think the kids who were in 'clubs' (sports, drama etc) were allowed to stay with their teachers if they had something to discuss about or practice on that day, but don't quote me on that. I was never part of any clubs.

I told my parents (who deserve an autistic post of their own, really) but my they just told me to "fucking stay outside then and abide by the rules" and "stop causing trouble and being dramatic, back in our days we walked to school in -40 degrees for hours" (okkkkk, boomer). Back then, something like 'child abuse' or 'pedophilia' (I'm not saying teachers did any of that, but you get where I'm coming from) simply didn't happen and kids were just overplaying it for attention (obvious "/sneed" here).

Honestly, the more I think about it, the more it all feels like a fucking nightmare. Maybe that's why I pushed the memories of school to the absolute back of my head.
 
totse said:
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.
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Yeah, it was definitely executed poorly -- a failed tryhard attempt at being funny. A good version of that aforementioned article could have worked, especially if it poked fun at the nearby inner-city's schooling woes. Something such as: "US History 2: This class covers up to the 1960s because that's when we last got new textbooks." would have been more relatable and funnier without being as overtly racist as the original.

soft breathing said:
At one school I was at, it was normal procedure that the kids had to be outside of the school building during lunch break. To catch some air. It didn't matter if you were ill, if it was raining, storming, 45 centigrade summer, or minus 20 centigrade winter - you had to be outside.
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Although we were spared from +45C (113 F) temperatures during the school year, my elementary school wouldn't allow students outside if the temperature or windchill dropped too low. We'd instead eat lunch at our desks while the volunteer lunch parents and members of the service squad chaperoned us. Once we finished eating, we could play individual/small group games or do assignments at our desks until the lunch period ended.

The Un-Clit said:
The fuck, fam! Where did you go to school? Alcatraz Island?
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soft breathing said:
Haha, it was a small town in a European country.
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TBF, @The Un-Clit, I wouldn't be surprised if @soft breathing grew up in a country behind the Iron Curtain where such authoritative rules were the norm. I can easily see The Powers That Be(tm) in those countries unironically believing that exposing kids to harsh temperature extremes would toughen them up for adult life or some other similar (yet BS) reason.
 
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My stepmom can be quite autistic about movies/TV programs she likes to watch.
When something would catch her fancy, she would watch it several times a day. If me or stepdad said anything about it, she'd get offended and kick us out.
 
A neighbor recently replaced the hedge they had around their front garden with a fence because they didn't have the time to tend to it, and this very visibly autistic guy who walks past occasionally with his long-suffering mother saw this change and got so angry that he started trying to rip the fence out of the ground while grunting loudly, it was quite the sight.
 
big potato said:
A neighbor recently replaced the hedge they had around their front garden with a fence because they didn't have the time to tend to it, and this very visibly autistic guy who walks past occasionally with his long-suffering mother saw this change and got so angry that he started trying to rip the fence out of the ground while grunting loudly, it was quite the sight.
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Sounds like an aspiring HOA manager.
 
I used to work at KFC for a few months in my teens. I've got a few autistic stories from there.

One time, just about right after lunch time, I worked the cash register. In came this guy who was probably in his mid twenties, accompanied with what appeared to be his father. Now, this guy claimed that the last time he was there, he'd ordered one thing and gotten another. I asked him what he had ordered and what he had gotten, and he proceeded to tell me that he'd ordered this one bucket and gotten... that exact bucket! I could already tell the guy was nuts, but calmly and politely explained to him that he in fact had gotten the right bucket, and said that I could give him a couple coupons anyway for the inconvenience but that I couldn't give him a free bucket which was what he'd demanded. The nutjob's father very clearly (and calmly) made it known to his son that he was in fact wrong and that he should take the coupons and just order what he wanted.

It's alright, I'd had fucked up customers before working in a grocery store so I was used to it. But then... the guy threw an absolute tantrum. Like a three year old toddler. And I mean exactly like a three year old toddler; he was jumping up and down, rocking from side to side, spit flying out of his mouth, making animal like noises,,, and then proceeded to run around the restaurant throwing chairs around him and ending it all with breaking his headphones to a table and yelling "YOU'RE LIARS! LIARS! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE CHICKEN HERE! I HATE YOU, YOU'RE LIIIIIARS", all while his dad tried to get him out of the restaurant and giving me a look that said I'm sorry a thousand times.

It was fun to watch. What made it even funnier was that at that point my boss - a middle eastern or south european guy with a hot af temper - came out from his office and started yelling back: "NO! YOU UNDERSTAND NOT! WE HAVE ONLY CHICKEN HERE! ONLY CHICKEN!".

We had this shift leader in his early twenties who used to work the night shift and who was quite obviously autistic to some degree. It was so obvious the rest of the staff at more than one point discussed the possibility when he wasn't around.

So, this one time he comes in friday night like always. He clocks in and then immediately starts walking around inspecting what everyone's doing. Now it was black friday and we were understaffed even for a normal friday night, meaning we had to sort of split ourselves into two in order to be able to provide the customers with food, keep the place clean etc. For me personally, that meant frying the chicken, making the burgers, wraps, buckets etc, making fries, and taking the drive through orders through headphones. Another person would serve customers, make drinks, clean the lobby, work the drive through cash register, and make sure the toilets and the playpen were kept clean. The third served drive through customers and worked the cash register. We were stressed out but doing ok. This shift leader however? Total meltdown.

The first thing he did was ordering us to take our breaks, because the rules said you have to. Now we obviously didn't have time to go on breaks, so we'd take short pauses to smoke and drank coffee and ate fries in the back instead whenever we had 5 seconds to spare. We'd had similar nights before with other shift leaders and it was sort of the deal. You don't leave your coworkers to deal with more work than they can handle. Sure, we were 16, 17 years old but we had some kind of work ethics. Well, he got angry and told us, with his nose literally up in the air, that fine, if that's what you want I'm never letting you go on breaks again! Then he went on his break and as soon as he got back, threw a tantrum because we were all working multiple stations at once. Apparently, the rules said you could only be working one station at a time. And rules must always be followed, no matter the circumstances. I swear, the guy was shaking and doing these things with his fingers, right? And then he winded up yelling at us all and then retreating into the office with the door locked for the rest of the night, until his shift ended and he went home.

The same guy was super mad about not being promoted to vice boss about two weeks after that. In his mind, he deserved to be promoted because he followed all the rules strictly and was never late for his shifts.

KFC was a madhouse. I quit after four months.
 
kitty shit said:
Then he went on his break and as soon as he got back, threw a tantrum because we were all working multiple stations at once. Apparently, the rules said you could only be working one station at a time. And rules must always be followed, no matter the circumstances.
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How did this guy get promoted to shift leader? Aside from being booted to the night shift?
 
NerdShamer said:
How did this guy get promoted to shift leader? Aside from being booted to the night shift?
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I've seen very desperate places in need of staff promote the devil they know instead of risking to hire the devil they don't. Especially if it's a food service position that must be filled NOW or heads will roll.
 
Holy shit I remembered more about K.

She would not do her work like at all. Our middle school had just gotten ipads for the first time (for context, this was about 2015/2016??? They weren't the most advanced and they had these bullshit cases on them and censored the most random of websites but it got the job done. Turns out later according to J via his friends they put a shit ton of restrictions on them so they couldn't even download the most basic of games. No like they got rid of the entire fucking app store.) and all she would do was download yaoi, sperg about Tokyo Mew Mew and play fnaf or whatever. This was a choir class so we were expected to y'know sing. There's 8th grade frog, singing along while playing Plants Vs Zombies bc that game was my fucking life at the time (the original, not any of the shit sequels or spinoffs). She wouldn't sing. She swayed like an idiot on the highest riser bc she was fucking taller than most of us aside from our teacher and her wrangler, but even then her wrangler couldn't get her to do her work. That was left to me, my ex friend, my choir friend and our other "squad members." at our table to get her to work. Even then we could barely get her to do it bc she was too obsessed w Laughing Jack's striped cock fucking a child than actually succeeding. It's a wonder we even took her on performances. There was another girl who had to share the handler with K but this other girl was worse off but still did more work than her.
 
kitty shit said:
I used to work at KFC for a few months in my teens. I've got a few autistic stories from there.

One time, just about right after lunch time, I worked the cash register. In came this guy who was probably in his mid twenties, accompanied with what appeared to be his father. Now, this guy claimed that the last time he was there, he'd ordered one thing and gotten another. I asked him what he had ordered and what he had gotten, and he proceeded to tell me that he'd ordered this one bucket and gotten... that exact bucket! I could already tell the guy was nuts, but calmly and politely explained to him that he in fact had gotten the right bucket, and said that I could give him a couple coupons anyway for the inconvenience but that I couldn't give him a free bucket which was what he'd demanded. The nutjob's father very clearly (and calmly) made it known to his son that he was in fact wrong and that he should take the coupons and just order what he wanted.

It's alright, I'd had fucked up customers before working in a grocery store so I was used to it. But then... the guy threw an absolute tantrum. Like a three year old toddler. And I mean exactly like a three year old toddler; he was jumping up and down, rocking from side to side, spit flying out of his mouth, making animal like noises,,, and then proceeded to run around the restaurant throwing chairs around him and ending it all with breaking his headphones to a table and yelling "YOU'RE LIARS! LIARS! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE CHICKEN HERE! I HATE YOU, YOU'RE LIIIIIARS", all while his dad tried to get him out of the restaurant and giving me a look that said I'm sorry a thousand times.

It was fun to watch. What made it even funnier was that at that point my boss - a middle eastern or south european guy with a hot af temper - came out from his office and started yelling back: "NO! YOU UNDERSTAND NOT! WE HAVE ONLY CHICKEN HERE! ONLY CHICKEN!".

We had this shift leader in his early twenties who used to work the night shift and who was quite obviously autistic to some degree. It was so obvious the rest of the staff at more than one point discussed the possibility when he wasn't around.

So, this one time he comes in friday night like always. He clocks in and then immediately starts walking around inspecting what everyone's doing. Now it was black friday and we were understaffed even for a normal friday night, meaning we had to sort of split ourselves into two in order to be able to provide the customers with food, keep the place clean etc. For me personally, that meant frying the chicken, making the burgers, wraps, buckets etc, making fries, and taking the drive through orders through headphones. Another person would serve customers, make drinks, clean the lobby, work the drive through cash register, and make sure the toilets and the playpen were kept clean. The third served drive through customers and worked the cash register. We were stressed out but doing ok. This shift leader however? Total meltdown.

The first thing he did was ordering us to take our breaks, because the rules said you have to. Now we obviously didn't have time to go on breaks, so we'd take short pauses to smoke and drank coffee and ate fries in the back instead whenever we had 5 seconds to spare. We'd had similar nights before with other shift leaders and it was sort of the deal. You don't leave your coworkers to deal with more work than they can handle. Sure, we were 16, 17 years old but we had some kind of work ethics. Well, he got angry and told us, with his nose literally up in the air, that fine, if that's what you want I'm never letting you go on breaks again! Then he went on his break and as soon as he got back, threw a tantrum because we were all working multiple stations at once. Apparently, the rules said you could only be working one station at a time. And rules must always be followed, no matter the circumstances. I swear, the guy was shaking and doing these things with his fingers, right? And then he winded up yelling at us all and then retreating into the office with the door locked for the rest of the night, until his shift ended and he went home.

The same guy was super mad about not being promoted to vice boss about two weeks after that. In his mind, he deserved to be promoted because he followed all the rules strictly and was never late for his shifts.

KFC was a madhouse. I quit after four months.
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" The same guy was super mad about not being promoted to vice boss about two weeks after that. In his mind, he deserved to be promoted because he followed all the rules strictly and was never late for his shifts." that's simple, mindless drones can't be promoted. In all kinds of workplace you have to show some outside the box thinking to shine from the mass.
Also sticking strictly by the rules like he did ended up making your work more difficult without contributing himself. Definitely not a candidate for promotion.
 
Monika H. said:
Also sticking strictly by the rules like he did ended up making your work more difficult without contributing himself. Definitely not a candidate for promotion.
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At the very least, he could have manned one of the cash registers so that they would have another person keeping up with the food.

It kind of makes you wonder if he was rubbing a few out with the door locked.
 
My SIL is getting more and more autistic every day that passes.
It's not funny, I'm just seeing a cool person... degrading, simple as that.
I work and have both an infant daughter and cancer patient stepfather to take care of, and she keeps me for half hours on end sperging about cars or vidyas, insisting I play vidya with her when I got shit to do or show me cars related shit.

She's still moderately hot but she's letting herself go, and from what I've been able to gather her behavior at work has been taking a nosedive and she'll probably be let go.
She's behind on her rent because she's been spending her money on car trinkets and vidya shit.

She was a really intelligent, ex-army and fascinating woman; and in some six months she degenerated into an almost 30 years old shutin that me and my spouse will have to take care of once she'll get inevitably fired.

I really don't know if I should seriously slap some sense into her.
 
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