So, I thought I’d talk about a few life stories that could be considered interesting… or not. It’s just something I’m giving a go to live’ up my lifestyle blogposts, which I definitely think have still been better than they originally were, but this is still a new avenue to check out and besides it would also give some aspect into these scenarios on someone (me) who has Autism, although that of course does not mean the same experiences would not be different for someone else who has Autism, we are still all different. So, you get the general idea.
Since most of the stories I remember will probably be quite short I will have multiple in one post like this, but if I do remember some kind of significant story from my past I’ll make it into its whole own blogpost, but for now I don’t have anything I can think of for that. Since I’m new to this these life stories will probably be fairly simple at first, but I hope eventually they will become perhaps a lot more interesting.
Note: I would have drew a picture for each story but I ended up having a headache for a number of days (still do) and so it made it too hard to concentrate, but I did get one done. It isn’t too impressive of a picture anyway…
So, let’s get to it…
Scared of the School Fire bell
When I was younger, such as in Reception and Year 1-2ish I remember I was very scared of the fire bell when it would go off for a drill (there has never been any actual fires luckily). I mean, I know I was scared but I can’t fully remember all of it, but I was told by my mum that I’d start freaking out and crying or lying on the ground with my fingers in my ears when the fire bell went off and the teachers would have to help me out, which thinking back I am glad I don’t fully remember because it sounds quite embarrassing.
I do remember the first time there was a fire drill when I was in reception, I remember we were standing around and watching some wild rabbits out the classroom window, we weren’t really doing any work for some reason (which was probably because the teacher knew there was about to be a drill). I can’t remember what happened exactly but I remember that was the first time it went off; I cannot remember what happened when it did or the aftermath.
At some point though I got used to it and luckily it no longer scared me, which was good as when you get into secondary school most of them have bells that sound to announce the next class or break time/lunch and home time.
Feeling “Big”
I remember when I was a young child that I would often times experience a strange sensation where I felt my hands and body were either too big or too small and my hearing would also feel funny at the same time, everything would sound loud and uncomfortable. It would really freak me out and cause great anxiety when it happened, which usually was when I was trying to fall asleep, other times it’d happen upon watching a certain scene on a TV program I’d watch a lot or if I heard a certain soundtrack. The anxiety that came with it would make it worse, the only way to deal was it was to let it run its course.
From what I can tell it could have been “Alice in Wonderland Syndrome” it sounds similar to that from what I’ve read into it, but I don’t know if it exactly was that, since I don’t have epilepsy and didn’t have migraine headaches when they occurred (which commonly accompany the sensation). But it was a horrible feeling, the best way to stop it from getting worse was to just try and ignore it or go and do something to take my mind off it. It could possibly also have been a panic or anxiety attack.
Into my teens and adulthood, it happens way less now, although I sometimes do get the strange sensation for like a split second, but it doesn’t scare me as much anymore as I understand to just remain calm.
The Time our Dog took the Fish for a Walk
Back when I was younger, we lived in a house that had a small pond in the back garden and eventually we got it cleaned up, added a pond filter and then bought some pond fish to go into it to look all cool and nice. One of these fish were those fish that would scoot along the bottom and sides of the pond, I’d call them “sucky fish” as I don’t remember what it was called. Anyway, it was quite friendly and would often scoot to the top of the pond at any of the sides to poke its head out and look at us and let us gently pet it.
Well one day it did this with one of our dogs, called Bubba, who then proceeded to grab the fish in his jaws and bring him out of the pond further into the garden (luckily, he grabbed it gently). Me and my mum spotted him in the garden just walking across the grass with the fish in his mouth, so my mum quickly went out and he dropped it and, luckily due to Bubba being gentle with him, the fish was perfectly fine with no injuries and was put back in the pond to live happily ever after.
We made sure to keep a closer eye on Bubba each time from then when he was out in the garden. Any dog could have easily ripped up a fish and killed it in seconds, especially Bubba since he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, but it seems having it as a meal wasn’t on his mind, we don’t know what was, perhaps he was just curious.
So that’s a few short stories from my life that I thought might be somewhat interesting and maybe insightful, I don’t know. I’ll probably do it again.
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