Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories

I have a neighbor who is weird as all hell. He lives by himself and turns down every invitation to everything. The other day I steong armed him into getting a coffee with me so he wouldn't be alone all the time (I really feel bad for the guy, he's nice and has been through a lot).

I'm like "yo we're getting coffee, get in the car."

And he's like oh no no I can't.

So I tell him "bro get in the damn car."

As we're cruising through the turns, he suddenly starts talking.

"You know coffee is cool. It's like there but often times one doesn't want to drink it. But it's GOOD for them. It's like a little kid having to brush his teeth, I mean who likes brushing their teeth, but it's necessary and good for your health. So getting this coffee is like brushing my teeth. Some days I just wouldn't want a coffee but it might be good for my health."

Or something like that.

I turned down the radio and looked at him for a second and said, "I agree."


Holy fuck.
When someone has been alone for a long time, they kind of lose their ability to talk to people, especially when they've been through a lot of shit. Good on you for trying to drag him back to civilisation.
 
I stopped by Target the other day after work and this autist in the restroom was loudly muttering incoherent nonsense, he kept repeating the words "disgrace" and "first clue". Needless to say, it was rather unsettling and I got the hell out of there as soon as I could.
 
Last night around 11:45 or so I had stepped onto my front porch to have my final cigarette of the night before going to bed.

Smoke it, go back inside and head upstairs. Not even two minutes later I get an alert saying someone is at my door, obviously odd since it’s almost midnight. I look on my camera and it’s some fat Mexican guy probably in his early to mid 30s.

I get on the intercom and ask him what he wants. He kinda jumps and says he’s with DoorDash trying to deliver an order in my street and can’t find the house number and asked if I knew which house it was.

I’m pissed because I don’t know if I should believe this story or go with my gut instinct feeling this was his retarded attempt to get me to open the door so he could barge in, never know with people anymore. I’m curt as I reply back that the house address should be in his delivery instructions, and it never occurred to him to text the person who placed the order that he was having difficulty finding them and what was going through his head to knock on some rando’s door at midnight asking for directions and he needed to leave my property now.

He gets kinda snippy “okay bro sorry damn!” and waddles off.

Seriously is common sense completely lost anymore?
 
I have encountered an autistic rage at my high school back in 2013, a shortcoming came to him and he was throwing desks around in a fit of rage. I had no idea why it happened nor do I know if he was punished for it but I know it was during lunch break. I've also came across many autistic people before, many who were severely autistic.

Often at the campsite our relatives come and visit, one of them is severely autistic, he can barely string a sentence but he's getting better but he'd often push button which sometimes gets him some stern looks from others. He'd also sometimes take stuff that don't belong to him. But to him, these simple rules he couldn't comprehend but easily acknowledges if he does something wrong and is told about it. I would sometimes supervise him when he comes into our trailer.

I may have mentioned this before but I've encountered some autistic raging in the subways in Japan in 2023. There was this one man raging at the security guard though I don't know what his problem is due to the language barrier. There was also another schizo on the subway train also in Japan, he wasn't even close to being coherent (pure gibberish) and often do absurd angry noises and it was pretty intimidating.

I've also been to a mental hospital in 2018 and spent almost a week there but the autistic raging I head that one night scared me and had me not move out of my bed for the entire night in fear of being beaten up. There was another autistic rage I encountered later in the day, he was flipping tables and everything. But what would you expect from a mental health unit?
 
I went to Target on my lunch break today and I saw this tiny like 5'2 manlet in the self checkout wearing a shirt that said "Short King Society" on the back.
 
I have encountered an autistic rage at my high school back in 2013, a shortcoming came to him and he was throwing desks around in a fit of rage. I had no idea why it happened nor do I know if he was punished for it but I know it was during lunch break. I've also came across many autistic people before, many who were severely autistic.

Often at the campsite our relatives come and visit, one of them is severely autistic, he can barely string a sentence but he's getting better but he'd often push button which sometimes gets him some stern looks from others. He'd also sometimes take stuff that don't belong to him. But to him, these simple rules he couldn't comprehend but easily acknowledges if he does something wrong and is told about it. I would sometimes supervise him when he comes into our trailer.

I may have mentioned this before but I've encountered some autistic raging in the subways in Japan in 2023. There was this one man raging at the security guard though I don't know what his problem is due to the language barrier. There was also another schizo on the subway train also in Japan, he wasn't even close to being coherent (pure gibberish) and often do absurd angry noises and it was pretty intimidating.

I've also been to a mental hospital in 2018 and spent almost a week there but the autistic raging I head that one night scared me and had me not move out of my bed for the entire night in fear of being beaten up. There was another autistic rage I encountered later in the day, he was flipping tables and everything. But what would you expect from a mental health unit?

I wouldn't really consider this autism imho. I think this is 'Help My Dumb Ass'. I see this more and more.
Cashiers unable to make change - "Tell me how much money to give you (that happens to me)" , Ubers unable to drive without the damn phone (shortcuts that Apple and Google don't know). I think we forgot how to count our damn fingers.

Phone handicap, generational laziness, and the complete failure of educational systems - lot's of dumb encounters are happening frequently (but remember to tip 20%).
 
Cashiers unable to make change - "Tell me how much money to give you (that happens to me)"
Never had it happened to me. The closest thing to it was that time when they put an downie behind an cashier and the only thing that he did wrong was being an little bit too uncoordinated when scanning stuff to the point where they had him pushing an broom around the store, the next time I went back there. But hey, at least he can say that he had an job.
and the complete failure of educational systems
Yeah, but there will always be an handful of kids who are just genuinely dumb within certain fields, even after you hand them an calculator and an textbook.

generational laziness
But this is just something that'll eventually solve itself, though.
 
Never had it happened to me. The closest thing to it was that time when they put an downie behind an cashier and the only thing that he did wrong was being an little bit too uncoordinated when scanning stuff to the point where they had him pushing an broom around the store, the next time I went back there. But hey, at least he can say that he had an job.

Yeah, but there will always be an handful of kids who are just genuinely dumb within certain fields, even after you hand them an calculator and an textbook.


But this is just something that'll eventually solve itself, though.
The cashier thing - Want to experience it first hand?
Materials: @ $5 in change - singles and coins

Scenerio: you purchase at Panera, McD's or Starbux. You pay (CASH!), Give a larger denom bill ($5 or $10) for a small purchase.
Change: $1.97. You give $.03. Enjoy the blank stare.

Rinse and repeat mixing bills and coins.
Change: $3.45, you give $1, 2 quarters and a nickel.
Absoluter chaos.
(make it a black cashier, if you want to hear racial accusations)
 
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.
Was that knife a butter knife, by any chance?
 
The cashier thing - Want to experience it first hand?
Materials: @ $5 in change - singles and coins

Scenerio: you purchase at Panera, McD's or Starbux. You pay (CASH!), Give a larger denom bill ($5 or $10) for a small purchase.
Change: $1.97. You give $.03. Enjoy the blank stare.

Rinse and repeat mixing bills and coins.
Change: $3.45, you give $1, 2 quarters and a nickel.
Absoluter chaos.
(make it a black cashier, if you want to hear racial accusations)
This is so weird to me that cashiers struggle with giving change because most modern registers make it stupid easy provided you know how money works. Square and Clover in particular are super intuitive on the cashier end and I'm pretty sure my math skills are on par with a chimpanzee. I've driven at least one math teacher to heavy drinking.
But at the same time, I'm always suprised how many kids and teens have debit cards, cash is the best way to learn how money actually works and the best way to process its value. My great grandfather taught me to only use cash if possible so you really "feel" your spending, and he was right about everything. The convenience of cards might put kids at a disadvantage in terms of learning and then you're left with cashiers who can't count change vs the Boomers who hand you wildly strange amounts of money. (Total is $15? Here's a $20, three $1s, three moldy dimes, a Canadian penny, and half a corn chip. And then while you're in the middle of counting their change they start handing you more corn chips.)
 
There was a kid in my middle school who was obsessed with The Man Show and Dragonball Z. The only way you could drag him off of those subjects was by bringing up the time someone who was 8 or 9 punched him in the face and gave him a black eye, or by asking him to "dance", which to him was shifting from foot to foot while making a chugging train gesture. He was one of a very few white kids in special ed (guess the race of the majority) and was bullied relentlessly by his peers.
 
I have a neighbor who is weird as all hell. He lives by himself and turns down every invitation to everything. The other day I steong armed him into getting a coffee with me so he wouldn't be alone all the time (I really feel bad for the guy, he's nice and has been through a lot).

I'm like "yo we're getting coffee, get in the car."

And he's like oh no no I can't.

So I tell him "bro get in the damn car."

As we're cruising through the turns, he suddenly starts talking.

"You know coffee is cool. It's like there but often times one doesn't want to drink it. But it's GOOD for them. It's like a little kid having to brush his teeth, I mean who likes brushing their teeth, but it's necessary and good for your health. So getting this coffee is like brushing my teeth. Some days I just wouldn't want a coffee but it might be good for my health."

Or something like that.

I turned down the radio and looked at him for a second and said, "I agree."


Holy fuck.
Hahaha, what a guy. You should ask him about what he's interested in, spergs with asocial tendencies love to talk about their niche areas of study if you can get them to open up.
 
I have a neighbor who is weird as all hell. He lives by himself and turns down every invitation to everything. The other day I steong armed him into getting a coffee with me so he wouldn't be alone all the time (I really feel bad for the guy, he's nice and has been through a lot).

I'm like "yo we're getting coffee, get in the car."

And he's like oh no no I can't.

So I tell him "bro get in the damn car."

As we're cruising through the turns, he suddenly starts talking.

"You know coffee is cool. It's like there but often times one doesn't want to drink it. But it's GOOD for them. It's like a little kid having to brush his teeth, I mean who likes brushing their teeth, but it's necessary and good for your health. So getting this coffee is like brushing my teeth. Some days I just wouldn't want a coffee but it might be good for my health."

Or something like that.

I turned down the radio and looked at him for a second and said, "I agree."


Holy fuck.
Poor guy, that's so profoundly sad and it sounds more like Schizo type word salad to me over autism. Makes sense considering you said he's been through some shit. Trauma and PTSD can really fuck even the most confident of people into the dirt, and cause paranoia/delusions. I hope he turns it around! And How old is he roughly for reference?

And for my autism story: Many years ago, (Probably like 13/14 years) I was at the library on the public computers doing schoolwork. Minding my own business when suddenly this little fat ginger kid comes running in the room panting heavily and freaking out. Two older ladies who were staff there were chasing him, telling him to calm down, ETC.

He comes to the computer that's adjacent to the row I am in, like maybe 15 feet away if that. He pauses for a second, panting heavily. Shouts "I'M GONNA CALL THE COPS" Then with this wide ass baseball swing, he fucking smacks the shit out of the nearest PC tower, it falls onto the floor in several pieces with the panel coming off. He runs around the desks circling as I'm sitting there dumbfounded, and a little scared to be honest.

He runs out of the room crying and shouting "GET AWAY FROM ME" and the ladies chase after him. I didn't see what happened afterwards but I seriously wonder what the fuck his parents were doing, where the fuck were they? I'm thinking he might've been from a Tard school and they were visiting for a project, but I don't remember seeing any short busses pulling up
 
Hahaha, what a guy. You should ask him about what he's interested in, spergs with asocial tendencies love to talk about their niche areas of study if you can get them to open up.

He planted fresh sod outside his condo on Christmas. I pulled up and asked him what the fuck he was doing. He said his neighbors dog keeps pissing there.
 
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