EDIT: It did, but I accidentally put "Finish rereading" as an option when it should've been "Finish rereading therapy notes" and I can't change it now. Oh well.
- Apparently, during a few of the times that I wasn't paying attention back then, I would still answer questions consistently correctly - I definitely can't do that now! Then again, I'm assuming that "not attending" means not paying attention - it might just mean not making eye contact or something. - Knowing my current talent with mathematics, you'd think that that identifying numbers and counting would be one of the few things that I was perfect at back then, but apparently not - I actually got certain numbers mixed up sometimes. And, just like with letters, this includes combinations of numbers that have completely different colors in my current grapheme→color synesthesia (12 vs. 11, 8 vs. 6, 8 vs. 7...). Knowing this, I'd say my mom was probably lying when she says that I hacked into her computer at age 2...
A couple of funny things I found:
- While being taught occupations, at one point I mixed up the descriptions of a vet and a fireman and said that a vet "puts out animals". - While being taught opposites, I was asked what the opposite of "bad sitting" was (those therapists never seemed to like the way I was sitting :P) and so I said "bad standing".
Welp, I have somehow managed to survive everything for 18 whole years. Go me!!
I haven't gotten my birthday presents yet, but I did go gambling for a little while (awehla, I mentioned in a comment that it'd be tomorrow, but the plans ended up changing). I won $63!!! And we had a party at the autism intervention group I go to!
Also, in addition to today being my birthday, this is my 700th post in this journal!! I was going to celebrate with a list of the subject lines from all 700 entries in my journal (and, for once, even my community entries!), but I left my laptop unplugged while I was typing it, and since my laptop doesn't have a low battery alarm (despite claiming that it does), I lost a lot of it and decided to give up. Maybe for my 800th or 1000th entry?
I have absolutely no idea. The few scattered memories of my childhood I have, I can't put in any chronological order. It probably was around the time I was in therapy between the ages 3 and 4, though.
I forgot to post this yesterday, but I've recently noticed a new thing that bugs me: when adults don't play video games enough (if at all; in this case, they just don't play it enough) to know the names of most of the characters.
My reasoning is: At the autism intervention group I go to (which I am probably the highest functioning kid at, btw), one of my friends there tried to imitate a Goomba by sticking one row of teeth out (because Goombas do have two small fangs even though they've never sucked Mario's blood), putting his arms at his side, and sidestepping. He asked me if he was doing the fangs right, but was interrupted when one of the adults came and asked what he was doing. He explained it, but that led to the adults thinking it was "Ooma" or "Oomba". Once we corrected them, another of the adults mentioned that in the real world, Goomba is a derogatory word for Italian-Americans. I told her that that was "goombah", and she just said, "Just be careful."
So I went to a belated birthday party for a friend of mine at an autism intervention group I go to. At one point, some of us were playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl. I was playing as Mr. Game & Watch for one match, and whenever I used his Final Smash (turning into an octopus for those who don't know), the friend that the party was for, being a fan of the Lazer Collection videos, said "DR. OCTAGONAPUS!!" At one point, I said "DR. OCTAGONAPUS & WATCH!!" when using the Final Smash. Guess what he thought I said?
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"Pucker up because we're about to have some lunch."
...Yeah. Well, that's what I have as my "real" name on my profile now. Yay!