I remember some things from my childhood. One I keep thinking about and I don't know why. I was little and at the store with my mom and siblings and there was a feather duster someone had left on a shelf. I picked it up and started dancing and dusting off shelves and was in my own little world. I remember my mom getting upset with me because I had wandered off and she couldn't find me and had everyone in the store looking for me.
Another time was at my grandparents old house so I had to be three or less. I used to lay in the ditch next to a busy highway and listen to the trucks roar past. I remember my mom dragging me away from the road and telling me not to go back but there was something comforting in it and I kept going back. To this day when I hear trucks roar by I find it comforting.
I remember chewing on the leather car door panels and chair arms because I liked the feel.
I remember long before having to go to school, my parents wanted to go to a friend's and I hid the car keys so we couldn't go and then I hid.
I remember sitting on the stairs and lining up all my hotwheels cars and I remember playing with my paperdolls, trying on the different outfits that I had cut out.
As I got older I remember sitting in my room listening to albums and creating my own black light posters.
All these childhood memories that I have, but for the life of me, I can not remember anything anyone else in the family might have been doing. It's like I was wrapped up in my own little world and paid little attention to anyone else around me unless I was interacting with someone - like following my sister around telling her something or sitting outside the bathroom singing with my sister while she sang in the bathtub.
I do remember one game that both sisters, my brother and I would play together. I have to mention this one just to share a laugh. We would lay down in middle of the road and practice getting up fast in case a car was coming. Guess we wanted to be prepared for any time we might be laying in middle of the road and a car come. lol
Anyway, I have no memory of what the rest of my family was doing and wondered if it was because I WAS in my own little world of autism or if it's something everyone does.
Another time was at my grandparents old house so I had to be three or less. I used to lay in the ditch next to a busy highway and listen to the trucks roar past. I remember my mom dragging me away from the road and telling me not to go back but there was something comforting in it and I kept going back. To this day when I hear trucks roar by I find it comforting.
I remember chewing on the leather car door panels and chair arms because I liked the feel.
I remember long before having to go to school, my parents wanted to go to a friend's and I hid the car keys so we couldn't go and then I hid.
I remember sitting on the stairs and lining up all my hotwheels cars and I remember playing with my paperdolls, trying on the different outfits that I had cut out.
As I got older I remember sitting in my room listening to albums and creating my own black light posters.
All these childhood memories that I have, but for the life of me, I can not remember anything anyone else in the family might have been doing. It's like I was wrapped up in my own little world and paid little attention to anyone else around me unless I was interacting with someone - like following my sister around telling her something or sitting outside the bathroom singing with my sister while she sang in the bathtub.
I do remember one game that both sisters, my brother and I would play together. I have to mention this one just to share a laugh. We would lay down in middle of the road and practice getting up fast in case a car was coming. Guess we wanted to be prepared for any time we might be laying in middle of the road and a car come. lol
Anyway, I have no memory of what the rest of my family was doing and wondered if it was because I WAS in my own little world of autism or if it's something everyone does.