Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories

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Just couple of hours ago, i witnessed a very unpleasant slapfight moment between an autistic manchild and his mother. In a moving city bus, along with twenty passengers. He was a very normal looking, 30-ish year old dude. Suddenly he started repeating™ "let's get off here" with a childish tone. Every time the woman answered negatively, he became louder and louder. Then he stood up, ran to the door and started screeching™. She told him to "fuck off of the bus if he wants" first, then finally lost her last grain of patience and furiously ran at him, started hitting his shoulder and chest with all her power. It wasn't like she didn't know how to handle with an autistic person, but like she had enough with so much tard rage moments. Passengers involved and tried to calm them both. He kept rocking™ stressfully on his seat until i reached my stop.
 
Bought a Diet Coke at McDonald's before work to perk myself up before working at self checkout for a full shift. There's no real way to store drinks at self checkout except right by the computer monitor and receipt printer at the "center" kiosk. We do it all the time with all sorts of drinks. As long as it's marked as ours, we're good. No big deal.

A family consisting of a pair of grandparents and their tall, hulking grandson started checking out. The grandson was a nonverbal babbler and walked up, down, and around self checkout and pharmacy (next department) cradling a half empty Coke bottle. The grandparents took forever to scan their cart and the whole time this autist babbled and made loud noises. I despise that shit and had trouble ignoring it as I helped with the other customers.

I turned around after selling another customer smokes just in time to see that the autist noticed my drink. He stopped mid babble to stare at it like he had just found a treasure. He looked for a second, clear joy in his tard face, as he began to reach for my Diet Coke.

"No! No!" I snapped. "That's mine!"

Amazingly, the tard obeyed. He babbled more, cradling still his own Coke bottle, as he moved away from my "workspace" back to his grandparents. I held my soda until autist and co left because I didn't trust him to not try it again. (Thankfully, this wasn't too long.)

In a way, I kinda do wish that he did drank my soda, caffeine fix be damned. He clearly saw brown sugar water and thought that it was Coca-Cola. I can't help but feel morbidly curious at what his face/reaction afterward would've been after he realized that he drank Diet Coke.
 
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This happened over a decade ago when I went back to school and was taking a "Digital Media" class. Of course any kind of class that involves technology in someway naturally attracts a lot of nerds and autists and there was this one kid in my class who was the epitome of an incel/autist. He was very, very short, like he must've been about 5'4 or something, face covered in acne, wore extremely thick glasses because he was blind as shit, and he had this horrible posture where he sat hunched over in his chair, leaning his face into his screen with mouth agape.

As I mentioned before he had extremely bad eyesight so he had to constantly use his keyboard to manually zoom in on his monitor whilst following along with the teacher's PowerPoint lecture. At the end of class our teacher had us make a short PowerPoint presentation on something that had to be at least three slides long, and of course this dork made his on the "three gaming consoles" out at the time (PS3, X360 and Wii).

After class ended I was walking down the stairs and I saw him hanging around the cafeteria with a bunch of other people and he kept making a very autistic attempt at giving some girl a hug but it was very clear that she didn't want to touch him as she kept slinking away from him everytime he kept trying to put his arm around her shoulder.

He never came back to my class after that so I have no idea what happened to him but I'm sure he probably posts on a black pill forum somewhere.
 
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Local Libraries are such a hub for freaks, my goodness. A local autist who walks all around town jibber-jabbering to himself, somehow doesn’t require a handler. is at the library browsing, quiet, acting like a normal human being. I don’t bother to look up from my workstation when I hear the electric pencil sharpener go for a few seconds. Then a few seconds later it kicks up again. And happens again. I don’t bother to look up, even when I hear the librarian ask “Do you need some pencils sharpened?” Retard offers that he decided to sharpen all the small pencils he could find in the bin. Librarian tells him that is disruptive to have all the pencils sharpened right now, we can take care of that behind the desk. “Would you like to color right now?” Pretty sure my amused smirk was deafening.

The kind librarian with a young face and danger hair, totally gray and long and shaved up the side, probably some blue or purple highlights or something, is kindly h elping a woman reserve a study room. Some older man, squishy face with tall with white hair, literally walks up to them and starts snapping in the air. Librarian is confused, and when he starts to talk it’s obvious he is another autist out without his tard wrangler. She interrupts his weird speech to firmly state that she is helping someone else right now. He mumbles a sorry and saunters off to the computer. As soon as she is done helping her, he raises his arm from the nearby computer and snaps his fingers at her. Librarian who is too nice for her own good visibly sighs and rolls her eyes, and walks over to him. He tries to explain he needs help logging in, soething about, get the computer to work for me, lady. Once he’s logged in, he’s been sitting here laughing at shit online in that way only old autists do when they chuckle. And he won’t fucking stop. Libaries aren’t quiet fucking places anymore where we can kick the screaming screeching or loud giggly autists out for breaking the rules we all had to follow. At least they keep the homeless from taking over, usually the second they are loud or nod or doze off security asks t hem to leave. It’s something, I suppose.
 
Mr. Krinkle dijo:
At the end of class our teacher had us make a short PowerPoint presentation on something that had to be at least three slides long, and of course this dork made his on the "three gaming consoles" out at the time (PS3, X360 and Wii).
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Was this a college assignment? Because lol.
 
John Andrews Stan dijo:
Was this a college assignment? Because lol.
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Yes it was. It was just something we had to throw together at the end of class to demonstrate that we knew how to use PowerPoint so it had to be three slides that all shared the same theme, so of course our token autist made his on video games.
 
I witnessed something pretty autistic a few years ago when I was driving home from work one evening.

I was sitting in traffic at a red light when I noticed that the girl in the car next to me was leaning over in her seat towards my direction and she was waving her arm up and down in a wavy motion. As soon as I locked eyes with her she immediately started cracking up like that was the funniest thing ever.

Never knew what that was about.
 
Senior year, physical science class.
I was scratching an itch on my temple, brushed my hair back in place and the (as you can guess, black) girl in the desk to my left blurts out "jelly bean, jelly bean". Confused, I repeat the hair-brushing to see if she'll do it again. She indeed does do it again, then starts laughing, or at least I think it was laughter. Instead of an actual laugh her mouth gaped open in a smile of sorts, her tongue pushing her bottom lip out, and she rocked back and forth.
Still don't get it.
 
Every single day, in the bathrooms at my high-school, a horde of black students would surround the urinals and vape in between periods. The same students every time I had to ask them to get the fuck out of the way so I could piss. Completely ignorant of basic social etiquette. Motherfuckers would also sit on top of the only working sink in the bathroom too.
 
Another person in the summer camp I mentioned on Page 37 used to stand naked in front of the bunk's open door when it was time for showering. She used to say "Happy Christmas Grandma Groundhog. Your house is on fire!" I don't know where she got the bit about Grandma Groundhog, but I know the second part was from a Green Day song that was fairly popular with the other kids at the time.

When I was in third grade, there was a black kid who would run down the halls with his arms out, blowing raspberries as he ran.
 
In high school there was this kid in my class who was obsessed with Microsoft. His whole existence revolved around the company. He would never shut up about how great they were. He was also obsessed with the Xbox and Halo. Nothing was a good as Halo and nothing would ever be as good as Halo. One time I was playing the FF1 remake on the GBA and I mentioned that even though it's a fantasy game you get to go on a space station. He seriously accused the game of ripping off Halo.
Halo 2 was coming out and he set a timer on his watch for the release date. He would constantly remind us about it. That was Jr year and we all started to get really fed up with him by that point. So we started mocking the hell out of him. We used to joke about how if a teacher called him they would say "This question has nothing to do with Halo. Stop talking about Halo." We would rag on him all the time, like when we were writing essays for English we ask him "Is your essay going to be about how this books writing isn't anywhere near as good as Halo's writing?" or "Is your history project about Da Vinci going to be about how his artwork is nothing compared to Halo?"
Later on in the year he did something to really piss off this one kid. He started telling everyone that he was going to bring a knife to school because apparently he was afraid that the other kid was going to attack him. Low and behold, the teachers decided to raid his locker the next day and he did in fact have a knife in there. He didn't come back during senior year and I only saw him a few more times after that.

To this day I still wonder why he had such a raging hard on for Microsoft.
 
I witnessed a Troon get visibly upset when a Mexican kept calling him “Señor” multiple times
 
On the topic of basketball americans there was on time on a bus of a dad who looked absolutely drained and checked out of life and his son who was strapped into one of those wheelchairs with so much shit and straps on it you'd think he was some sort of alien species from star trek rocking like he was reading the torah flailing those atrophied niglet limbs all the while shouting GAAAAAAHBBBLE GAAAAHBLE GAAAAHHHBLE to which his dad would reply in a exhausted manner "yeah.....gobble gobble gobble".
 
John Andrews Stan dijo:
My ex from 20 years ago:
  • Goes apeshit over aspect ratios and “pan and scan” visual formatting
  • Is even more anal about audio quality, to the point where he won’t listen to music on ANY headphones ever, or on any speakers that don’t meet his ideal specs
  • Still spergs out about how laser disc players were far superior to DVD players and the sheer INJUSTICE of DVDs eclipsing laser disc players
  • Was a literal trainspotter; I once found a cache of ~100 little notebooks in his childhood bedroom (we were prepping the family homestead for sale), all full of train numbers, locations, etc.
  • Hated Windows NT (remember that?) so much that he referred to it as Windows NW (“not working”)
  • Was once at an ATM when the cash point software crashed and he saw it reboot. The operating system? Windows NT. Cue massive fucking meltdown that culminated in him hand-delivering a letter to his bank’s HQ in London, addressed to the CEO, informing him that he was taking his business (all £3,000/month of it 🙄) elsewhere until they replaced Windows NT with a respectable OS.
I have so many more stories about him but that’ll do for now. (The one time his sister tried to broach the topic of his possible autism with him, by sending him a link to an article about Asperger’s Syndrome, he flew into a rage and would forever after speak angrily about how he didn’t have “Ass Burgers.”)
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Can you tell some more stories about him?
 
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