I think the biggest thing is there is no particular rhyme or reason for what I like and don’t like/can cope with and what I can’t cope with.
i hate so many noises and at different volumes but equally some noises are just perfect.
often I just can’t speak, and then other times I just can’t shut up.
i don’t get much sarcasm (i usually get really obvious sarcasm, if it’s not like a bus hitting you then I’m not getting it) but I am really good at doing sarcasm.
i hate socialising, i hate people, it drains me so much, but then equally I need people, i need socialising to feel (not lonely) but less miserable/stir crazy.
same with going out/getting out of the house. Often there is no way you can get me out the house, then sometimes I really have to.
i am a major people pleaser (at the detriment to myself), but also i can be really bloody awkward and not want to do it if someone asks me.
i really like animals im familiar with (like specific ones rather than say a species) but i just can’t cope with many animals that im not.
food is fucking ridiculous. I go through ‘phases’, at secondary school age. I would only eat tuna or chocolate spread sandwiches on white bread for lunch, and either dolmio microwaveable fusilli with the dolmio bolognese sauce, or turkey dinosaurs or potato smileys with grated cheese on top. And a selection of crisps. It expanded for awhile, not by much but more than the above. But now it is much narrower again, no vegetables no fruit. Exclusively sandwiches with crisps with the odd hot meal. For 5 years I only drank Kirkland 500ml bottled water. Now I exclusively drink a specific slightly unusual squash with tap water (but only Scottish tap water), and then a small selection of fizzy juice or fruit juice.
another big thing is I just can’t do friends. I don’t know how to make them, I don’t know how to keep them. I just don’t understand. I see people with friends and all I can think is how the fuck does that work. Do they do it actively, or does it just happen, or a bit of both in different situations. Everyone mainly says I’m funny and kind etc but then I think why aren’t we friends. Why don’t we hang out ‘out of specific’ situation we know each other from. Like at school I tried by texting ‘wuu2?’ To people from school, who I sat next to in class or chatted to in the corridor, if I had their number. Never got any invitations from it, I have no idea if that’s what I was meant to do, but that’s what I thought would get me friends at 14, or at least an invitation to someone’s house. I was invited to 3 birthday parties throughout 6 years at secondary school. Primary school I was only ever invited to a few full class parties. I don’t understand what I do wrong, I don’t understand what I’m meant to do, I can’t logically do it because I’m so self conscious and I don’t want to be rejected. The sort of friends I do have, I tend to buy presents for or help them (usually to the detriment of myself), and I rarely have these sort of friends, so I try to make them like me in the only way I know how. But also if I get attached to someone, as in i like them and want to be their friend, I get annoying, like I mess with them a little bit, lightheartedly, what I think is ‘banter’ but I don’t know if they do. I can never tell whether it’s gone to far, or if I’m annoying them just a wee bit, or if they don’t mind or are laughing along. Until someone gets really pissed off and shouts at me or they get annoyed or a bit upset. And then I’m like oh shit, what the fuck, what I have I done, and I spiral, quite a lot. I can never figure out why I’m doing it, it just seems to happen, I don’t know. I don’t seem to have that awareness.
I also am very very aware of somethings but equally totally unaware of others. Like I was watching love on the spectrum with a family member, and I said they seem really awkward, I’m glad I’m nowhere near that awkward and can hide it well. And they go you’re just as awkward seeming, if not more in many situations than them. I always thought I came across really neurotypical. Even though I have never been able to fit in or that sort of thing.
my special interests, which I prefer the term obsession, are rarely about information, or recording things, that seems to be quite typical in autistic people, or at least that’s the more common view of them. Mine are about collecting things, or going somewhere. I’ve had collections of porcelain dolls, stuffed toys, Harry Potter books, Lego, books in general (I never read them, I just seem to get attached to a theme or an author, and I need them all). Sometimes I read lots of information, usually off Wikipedia or the fandom themed wikis.
i have a ridiculously good memories for somethings or at some times, but then sometimes my memory is just honestly fucking atrocious.
there are many other things I haven’t touched on, but I’ve run out of typing and thinking power, so I will end here.