tiptoeintotown

tiptoeintotown t1_j8ebu25 wrote

Agreed.

I can’t even think about my dog that passed or talk about her without getting emotional. Like, really emotional. I used to wake up every night at like 2 and it was always just a matter of time before the dark quiet night ushered in thoughts of her that felt inescapable. I couldn’t even be in my apartment after I had to put her down so I moved.

My dad passed suddenly when I was 19 and this was not that. This was far, far worse.

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tiptoeintotown t1_j8a7ik3 wrote

I am too. People are mesmerized by my ability to pick up on a melody or recall lyrics. I also have a strange but impressive ability to remember and recall songs used in movies or TV shows. A music supervisor in television or film is my other dream job behind interior design. I can make a playlist to suit any and all occasions and I do it mostly from memory, not actively searching for the content.

I don’t listen to any sort of radio and hate most curated playlists so I’m not always current with pop culture, or lack thereof.

I prolifically scan through new music and only listen to the first few seconds and once mid song to know if I’d like it and I’m rarely wrong. I have thousands and thousands and thousands of songs in my library but mostly listen to the same couple hundred songs as if other music didn’t exist. People definitely think it’s weird but I think they’re just as weird for not listening to songs you like like you love them.

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tiptoeintotown t1_j63vlg4 wrote

I’m autistic too and was sent away to many places growing up.

I wasn’t a bad kid. I was a curious kid with absent parents, thus I had to be the problem.

I grew up in New York and they have quite the insidious little “cottage” industry there too. Even judges admitted to taking bribes to needlessly send children away years after the fact.

I learned early on the importance of reading a room. It was my best survival skill back then. This meant I knew to keep my mouth shut, be polite and never do anything that isn’t told to me. I learned to just follow instructions and I made it through many years completely unscathed. No one ever put their hands on me, not even once and I was generally a staff favorite. Staff brought me books and cassette tapes and spent time educating me on what they had given me. One man taught me about Led Zeppelin, another, Walt Whitman but this wasn’t the case for the other kids. Not even close. Had I made a dollar for every kid a saw body slammed and pinned down by 4 grown adults, many like the men you describe, while they scream and howl, I could have bought us all a lawyer to get us out of there.

My “education” was like yours. I was the most intelligent out of all the group so naturally, I was the one who was going to slip through the cracks. Most courses were completed by handing me a cliffs note book and a 20 year old textbook and the rest was up to me. It was rote memorization and only that. Nothing absorbed, nothing actually learned. I flew through state administered regents exams like a pro but then struggled when I was back in regular school because it turns out you actually have to go to class, pay attention, engage and do the work in a real classroom and I was never taught that. I was always told I was the smartest in the room but I wasn’t.

I’m so sorry you had to go through this.

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