I think my mum feels bad that she didn't know. It was never considered that I might be autistic back then in the 70s/80s.people would ask her and my dad why I did the things I did. The main thing that mum remembers is my weirdness about presents. I didn't know until fairly recently that my dislike, no, huge anxiety, about opening presents in front of people went back to early childhood. People used to ask what was wrong with me and my parents would feel embarrassed and have no idea why I wouldn't open presents. I will open presents now but only from my mum and dc. It still causes huge anxiety if I don't know what it is.
As a baby I cried a lot. The HV told my mum I was spoilt due to having lots of people fussing over me and therefore I wanted constant attention. Now I realise I was probably completely overwhelmed and wanted to be left alone.
At my own party (I think I only ever had one birthday party) I hid under a bed.
I hated those big mascot type things or people dressed up with their face totally covered. I still feel completely freaked out by furry costumes and covered faces you just don't know what's underneath and I can't try and read their face to figure out what they are saying.
At school mum would get phone calls to say I was crying in the playground. I don't remember that. I strongly remember wondering why other children didn't like me or did like me then dropped me quickly. I would often feel left out and very lonely. An outsider. We moved a lot though and that might be some of it but I felt desperately homesick all the time.
I only ever preferred one or two friends and still do. Big groups are not my thing. I despised group work at school and college and worked best when seated alone in silence.
I sought the company of older children or adults rather than peers and as a teen and young adult preferred the company of boys/men. I found them less complex and complicated.
I was quite restricted with foods and would eat things in a certain way or order.
I didn't like to be hugged. Compliments were met with suspicion because I couldn't tell if people were being genuine or teasing me. Jokes went over my head. People joking with me would be met with serious explanations or I'd try and apply logic and just not get it. As a teen my boyfriend lived in Oldham. I was asked in the pub one night what was the best way to Oldham. I gave a detailed set of instructions including motorway junctions. The guy looked at me very amused and said "no, with both 'ands!" and demonstrated holding breasts laughing raucously. I was mortified.
Can anyone relate to any of this?