I still anthropomorphise things a lot and attach emotions and personalities to inanimate objects. I get upset if I brush past my penguin plushie because I'll have disturbed his "feathers" and he won't like it. I have to hold him, rub him and give him a kiss on the beak if he falls off his shelf. I feel bad for mugs if I put them down too hard. I feel bad for apricots in the apricot jar if they're in there on their own (though surely it's better to be in there on their own than end up in my stomach). I really struggle with attaching emotions to humans, though.
I used to hate having my hair messy bc of the strands of hair falling down my hair used to feel awful. I also hated the seems on my socks and used to scream the house down bc of them
In junior high school, I was forced to go to dance classes. I don't know what my parents were thinking. EVERYONE hated it. If you met someone from dance class in school, you would not acknowledge that you had ever seen them before. Everyone felt the same way about these classes: SHAME for allowing oneself to be forced into doing something one had absolutely no desire to do. Besides which the dances we learned were at least fifteen years out of date. The tango? What an incredibly useful thing for an autistic kid to learn.
Thank you so much for talking about this. I thought the personifying inanimate objects thing was just me. Even to this day if I go into a shop and want to buy something that they have lots of, I always have to buy the first one of whatever it is that I see so that its feelings don’t get hurt. Even if the first one I see, or its packet, is damaged. Imagine what it would feel like being unwanted and left behind.
I related to alot of this; especially crying over inanimate objects; feeling like their lonely or sad ..once I deleted a server game because my village got pillaged and everyone got killed; and it felt like they really died; these 'game people' that built up their lives and their village basically got murdered
In middle school I got really into lip balm collection, not the kind of wild like hundreds of them. But I liked to keep around 20 to 30 at a time specifically to open and sniff them over and over again. I used them of course and did enjoy the flavors but constantly my mom walked in on me with all of my lip balms out on my bed, lined up in categories of scent or color depending on the day with me opening and smelling each one
There is an acronym for what you experience with objects: POSIC which stands for Perception of Object Sentience, Individuality, and Consciousness. I have heard that its common in autistic people (i am also posic), and that its a kind of synesthesia.
I was watching a video on Japan, where the guy was dealing with signs poorly translated from Japanese into English. When he came to a sign that said something like "respect the toilet," he said that that is not an odd thing in Japan, since in the Shinto religion all things have consciousness. I have rocks and minerals that I am sure have consciousness. I don't think they get sad or have human emotions, but one can communicate with them.
I was very similar about being dirty, I still am to an extent; when I'm doing messy jobs like cleaning my bike my hands will get plastered in mud & dirty grease, I think it's because I don't like the feeling of gloves. Also I have never really been one for teddies or similar. I abso-fucking-lutley hated music & movement/dance class at primary school. I was (& still am) an unco-ordinated clumsy oaf. I don't remember making papier maché bowls, but I do know I did some really weird & bizarre things, as I spent quite a long time in my room (very few to no friends).
The picking up rocks thing reminds me of when I was a kid, I decided I was going to count to the end of numbers, specifically in the 3rd row of my dad's SUV while we were driving anywhere. He told me in as many ways as he could think of that numbers don't end, they're infinite, but I was like "No, clearly it's just that no one has ever tried hard enough, I'm gonna do it" 😂 I got to like, 8 thousand and something before I gave up. Must have driven my dad absolutely bonkers, cuz of course I had to do it out loud
Ancient Egypt.........in highschool for show and tell I did Ancient Egypt, but I couldn't stop at the books and items I had oh no. My ass went in dressed like them 🤣
I have extremely thick curly hair, and my mom would brush it so violently I would scream and then I would hide the brush from her. She always said I was “tender headed.” I still cry every time I get my hair cut, that’s why I cut it myself now😂
thank you for letting us know about your childhood. You made me think about mine, long story! on one thing I like you getting messy outside, but mine was with a sand pit. Memory lane.
I never minded getting dirty, but sometimes as a result my hands are the exact wrong level of dryness. It sends shivers down my spine. Usually rinsing them off is all that's needed. It sounds like you were a cute kid.
The ugly teddy bear story.... absolutely the story of my life!!! Even now, I have to really force myself to get rid of something I don't like because I guilt trip over hurting its feelings. I'm 56; and, it's still my default reaction!!!❤
Haha the paper bowl thing remjnds me of how i used to put pva glue in stuff to create little sculptures, I would use any trinket that was hollow anf flexible enough to be used as a mould and fill it with glue and let it solidify over night. Also used to do it at bed time haha
I completely relate to the dancing! As well as having no clue how to concentrate on different parts of my body at the same time, I was always wondering why the heck anyone would want to do the heinous act
Thanks for the video, once again! 😊 i would make little "candles" from red Babybel wax 😂 i grew up in a hoarder house so I'm not at all to the level of my parents, but i did (and still do) feel very sentimental about so many objects. I think i was extremely cautious as a kid and was very scared of hurting myself so i think that led me to avoiding mud, even though i wasn't against the sensation.
Not sticky hands but oily hands. I hate the feeling of oil or grease on my hands cause I would need to wash them twice and I still wouldn’t be sure I got it all off. Hate it. Don’t mind it when eating greasy stuff but I do my best to keep my hands clean. I do really like music and dancing though. I’ve played the flute for a long time and although I haven’t been in a dance class for about a decade I do spin and dance to a song on occasion just making up moves that fit. I think hanging around with more expressive people like the theatre kids in high school last year helped with that confidence to just do it.
I also had to go to dance class and due to my mom worrying about me being overweight. It was not fun, I did not have a kind teacher. I do recall that I had a special area to get changed separate from all the other students. I believe I must have outright refused to change in a group setting. I was six years old, so I don’t remember clearly. I know I had a lot of worries about my body. I never played with other children on the playground. The only normal playground activity I would do is riding on the swings. I could never understand the rules in gym class, like for sports like football, even ones that I played on the team for later, like field hockey, I was never able to pay attention to actually learn the rules when it came to fouls and penalty shots, and stuff. I recall in kindergarten, I would be excused from recess and allowed to go to the library by myself, and I would check out books all the time. Then I would read them in the library or outside on the playground. I leaned on escapism to get through school. Now that I am a parent myself, and my child has been diagnosed with autism since age 3, I see how my kiddo has trouble with knowing when their body is hungry, when it’s full, etc. I also think I have a much healthier understanding of how to talk to children about body image. Because I went through so much pain due to eating disorders and psychological abuse in this area, I am vigilant when I talk to my own child to make it clear that: - bodies are growing, uncomfortable things sometimes, and we just need to take care of the health and hygiene stuff where it’s important for happiness and comfort in life - if you’re willing to try a bite of a new food, that’s already praiseworthy to me, never gonna force my kid to eat more of it, only if they want to - if you don’t want to finish, that’s okay, if you want another serving, that’s also okay - we eat for all different kinds of reasons-sometimes it’s to get through a social interaction, sometimes it’s for hunger, sometimes it’s more sensory or even stimming. Identifying the patterns and listening to our bodies is good. Applying moral values or shame to these this is not good. Given all that, my kid has had times when they ate so much that they ended up puking, and it was uncomfortable and a bad experience. But instead of the way I grew up, he was able to trust that I care about what he thinks and feels, so I found that he was just talking about it in a very forthright way like “oh man, I ate so much that my tummy exploded!” And when he’d bring it up in the weeks following, it was clear he was learning the lesson about overeating from a health and wellness standpoint rather than from body shaming. He’s 12 now, and I don’t know if it was from school or TH-cam, but he picked up on the way some people treat “fat” as an insult or a dirty word. He won’t say the word easily, he mouths it instead. I let him know that it’s OK to say that word, and I reminded him that “sometimes we say we’re ‘fat and happy’” as an alternative context for that word that is positive.
Same I didn’t care getting dirty in the slightest as a child; not only that but I hated washing myself. No idea how long I could have gone without showering if my parents didn’t make sure I did it 😂 that’s changed a lot now though; I struggle to go more than a day without showering 😂 I’m sorry your parents didn’t treat you with compassion and like the child you were; that was just mean and on them, not you ❤ i also couldn’t dance to save myself 😂
I was at a friends birthday party and we were eating hotdogs, and the ketchup bottle kind of exploded covering my hands and the hotdog in waaaay to much ketchup. My friends dad just say that I should just wash it off. So I did, both hands, hotdog and hotdog bun under the faucet. If he meant just wash my hands why didn't he say that? Instead he called me an idiot.
Sticky hands is horrible, back when I first started baking I kept getting told off for washing my hands every 2minutes. And the guilt of not using something as much as the other, yep. And what should be first in a row, getting upset because they all deserve to be 1st in the row
I still anthropomorphise things a lot and attach emotions and personalities to inanimate objects. I get upset if I brush past my penguin plushie because I'll have disturbed his "feathers" and he won't like it. I have to hold him, rub him and give him a kiss on the beak if he falls off his shelf. I feel bad for mugs if I put them down too hard. I feel bad for apricots in the apricot jar if they're in there on their own (though surely it's better to be in there on their own than end up in my stomach). I really struggle with attaching emotions to humans, though.
I used to hate having my hair messy bc of the strands of hair falling down my hair used to feel awful. I also hated the seems on my socks and used to scream the house down bc of them
In junior high school, I was forced to go to dance classes. I don't know what my parents were thinking. EVERYONE hated it. If you met someone from dance class in school, you would not acknowledge that you had ever seen them before. Everyone felt the same way about these classes: SHAME for allowing oneself to be forced into doing something one had absolutely no desire to do. Besides which the dances we learned were at least fifteen years out of date. The tango? What an incredibly useful thing for an autistic kid to learn.
Thank you so much for talking about this. I thought the personifying inanimate objects thing was just me. Even to this day if I go into a shop and want to buy something that they have lots of, I always have to buy the first one of whatever it is that I see so that its feelings don’t get hurt. Even if the first one I see, or its packet, is damaged. Imagine what it would feel like being unwanted and left behind.
This describes my childhood until my parents started throwing away the things I loved because I was hoarding, I guess...
I related to alot of this; especially crying over inanimate objects; feeling like their lonely or sad ..once I deleted a server game because my village got pillaged and everyone got killed; and it felt like they really died; these 'game people' that built up their lives and their village basically got murdered
In middle school I got really into lip balm collection, not the kind of wild like hundreds of them. But I liked to keep around 20 to 30 at a time specifically to open and sniff them over and over again. I used them of course and did enjoy the flavors but constantly my mom walked in on me with all of my lip balms out on my bed, lined up in categories of scent or color depending on the day with me opening and smelling each one
There is an acronym for what you experience with objects: POSIC which stands for Perception of Object Sentience, Individuality, and Consciousness. I have heard that its common in autistic people (i am also posic), and that its a kind of synesthesia.
omg yes
No one can prove inanimate objects don't have consciousness and feelings
@@MorbinNecrim86 omg 😅 so true
I was watching a video on Japan, where the guy was dealing with signs poorly translated from Japanese into English. When he came to a sign that said something like "respect the toilet," he said that that is not an odd thing in Japan, since in the Shinto religion all things have consciousness. I have rocks and minerals that I am sure have consciousness. I don't think they get sad or have human emotions, but one can communicate with them.
I was very similar about being dirty, I still am to an extent; when I'm doing messy jobs like cleaning my bike my hands will get plastered in mud & dirty grease, I think it's because I don't like the feeling of gloves. Also I have never really been one for teddies or similar. I abso-fucking-lutley hated music & movement/dance class at primary school. I was (& still am) an unco-ordinated clumsy oaf. I don't remember making papier maché bowls, but I do know I did some really weird & bizarre things, as I spent quite a long time in my room (very few to no friends).
The picking up rocks thing reminds me of when I was a kid, I decided I was going to count to the end of numbers, specifically in the 3rd row of my dad's SUV while we were driving anywhere. He told me in as many ways as he could think of that numbers don't end, they're infinite, but I was like "No, clearly it's just that no one has ever tried hard enough, I'm gonna do it" 😂 I got to like, 8 thousand and something before I gave up. Must have driven my dad absolutely bonkers, cuz of course I had to do it out loud
I'm liking the extra plaits in your hair! I think my autism was missed in childhood because I had glue ear for most of my childhood 💚
Ancient Egypt.........in highschool for show and tell I did Ancient Egypt, but I couldn't stop at the books and items I had oh no. My ass went in dressed like them 🤣
Sticky hands! NO!!!
I have extremely thick curly hair, and my mom would brush it so violently I would scream and then I would hide the brush from her. She always said I was “tender headed.” I still cry every time I get my hair cut, that’s why I cut it myself now😂
I think mothers are just overly aggressive when brushing their child's hair, we can't just be tender headed
My mum said she loved brushing my hair because she liked having a living doll 😬 I used to run away and hide when she wanted to brush my hair.
@@Scarygothgirl don't blame you, it's kinda creepy
@@Scarygothgirl it’s an odd thing to me but that’s how it feels! I have girls of my own now and I can’t even fathom thinking of them that way!
thank you for letting us know about your childhood. You made me think about mine, long story! on one thing I like you getting messy outside, but mine was with a sand pit. Memory lane.
I never minded getting dirty, but sometimes as a result my hands are the exact wrong level of dryness. It sends shivers down my spine. Usually rinsing them off is all that's needed. It sounds like you were a cute kid.
The ugly teddy bear story.... absolutely the story of my life!!! Even now, I have to really force myself to get rid of something I don't like because I guilt trip over hurting its feelings. I'm 56; and, it's still my default reaction!!!❤
Haha the paper bowl thing remjnds me of how i used to put pva glue in stuff to create little sculptures, I would use any trinket that was hollow anf flexible enough to be used as a mould and fill it with glue and let it solidify over night. Also used to do it at bed time haha
I completely relate to the dancing!
As well as having no clue how to concentrate on different parts of my body at the same time, I was always wondering why the heck anyone would want to do the heinous act
Omg! Hey Danaaaa! I’ve been binging your videos recently and scream in delight whenever you upload as I feel so heard. Am I first? :O
Thanks for the video, once again! 😊 i would make little "candles" from red Babybel wax 😂 i grew up in a hoarder house so I'm not at all to the level of my parents, but i did (and still do) feel very sentimental about so many objects.
I think i was extremely cautious as a kid and was very scared of hurting myself so i think that led me to avoiding mud, even though i wasn't against the sensation.
Not sticky hands but oily hands. I hate the feeling of oil or grease on my hands cause I would need to wash them twice and I still wouldn’t be sure I got it all off. Hate it. Don’t mind it when eating greasy stuff but I do my best to keep my hands clean.
I do really like music and dancing though. I’ve played the flute for a long time and although I haven’t been in a dance class for about a decade I do spin and dance to a song on occasion just making up moves that fit. I think hanging around with more expressive people like the theatre kids in high school last year helped with that confidence to just do it.
conkers was my thing 🤣 collected thousands of conkers, i was obsessed
I also had to go to dance class and due to my mom worrying about me being overweight. It was not fun, I did not have a kind teacher.
I do recall that I had a special area to get changed separate from all the other students. I believe I must have outright refused to change in a group setting. I was six years old, so I don’t remember clearly. I know I had a lot of worries about my body.
I never played with other children on the playground. The only normal playground activity I would do is riding on the swings. I could never understand the rules in gym class, like for sports like football, even ones that I played on the team for later, like field hockey, I was never able to pay attention to actually learn the rules when it came to fouls and penalty shots, and stuff.
I recall in kindergarten, I would be excused from recess and allowed to go to the library by myself, and I would check out books all the time. Then I would read them in the library or outside on the playground. I leaned on escapism to get through school.
Now that I am a parent myself, and my child has been diagnosed with autism since age 3, I see how my kiddo has trouble with knowing when their body is hungry, when it’s full, etc. I also think I have a much healthier understanding of how to talk to children about body image. Because I went through so much pain due to eating disorders and psychological abuse in this area, I am vigilant when I talk to my own child to make it clear that:
- bodies are growing, uncomfortable things sometimes, and we just need to take care of the health and hygiene stuff where it’s important for happiness and comfort in life
- if you’re willing to try a bite of a new food, that’s already praiseworthy to me, never gonna force my kid to eat more of it, only if they want to
- if you don’t want to finish, that’s okay, if you want another serving, that’s also okay
- we eat for all different kinds of reasons-sometimes it’s to get through a social interaction, sometimes it’s for hunger, sometimes it’s more sensory or even stimming. Identifying the patterns and listening to our bodies is good. Applying moral values or shame to these this is not good.
Given all that, my kid has had times when they ate so much that they ended up puking, and it was uncomfortable and a bad experience. But instead of the way I grew up, he was able to trust that I care about what he thinks and feels, so I found that he was just talking about it in a very forthright way like “oh man, I ate so much that my tummy exploded!” And when he’d bring it up in the weeks following, it was clear he was learning the lesson about overeating from a health and wellness standpoint rather than from body shaming.
He’s 12 now, and I don’t know if it was from school or TH-cam, but he picked up on the way some people treat “fat” as an insult or a dirty word. He won’t say the word easily, he mouths it instead. I let him know that it’s OK to say that word, and I reminded him that “sometimes we say we’re ‘fat and happy’” as an alternative context for that word that is positive.
Who else tried to build lego tower from ground to ceiling,,obviously it fell down not touching the ceiling,, and started again several times ?😁
Same I didn’t care getting dirty in the slightest as a child; not only that but I hated washing myself. No idea how long I could have gone without showering if my parents didn’t make sure I did it 😂 that’s changed a lot now though; I struggle to go more than a day without showering 😂 I’m sorry your parents didn’t treat you with compassion and like the child you were; that was just mean and on them, not you ❤ i also couldn’t dance to save myself 😂
I was at a friends birthday party and we were eating hotdogs, and the ketchup bottle kind of exploded covering my hands and the hotdog in waaaay to much ketchup.
My friends dad just say that I should just wash it off. So I did, both hands, hotdog and hotdog bun under the faucet.
If he meant just wash my hands why didn't he say that? Instead he called me an idiot.
Sticky hands are the worse 😬Also same with the feeling bad when I don't use something as much as something else 😭
Sticky hands is horrible, back when I first started baking I kept getting told off for washing my hands every 2minutes. And the guilt of not using something as much as the other, yep. And what should be first in a row, getting upset because they all deserve to be 1st in the row
Hi there i am Andrew I am Autistic 68 now
Collecting stones..I did this all the time😄still do.. I'm 52😅still love it❤️
Richard Herring has a Stone Clearing podcast