Let's see as much as I can remember:
Hitting my head with my hands like my they were talking to me through my mind. (I was stupid..)
Hitting my head when I got frustrated cause I couldn't talk and had to get speech therapy.
Couldn't sit in chair, touch a table, or walk on carpet as I didn't like the texture or feeling of it. (Yeah, I might have been a little mistake..)
Acted like an animal, dressed, and ate like one. (people said I took it too far)
I used to stim by bouncing while laying down in the bed or swing my leg and hit it against the bed.
I used to try to "sooth" myself by scratching a spot where something I didn't like touched me. I still kind of do that when I end up touching sticky nasty texture (like gum some asshole left under the seat). When I walk on a sticky floor, I end up scratching at my feet to relieve and get rid of that sticky feeling.
Had an abnormal fear of NOT the spider, but the spider's WEB! I could NOT touch a web to save my life! That sticky, stringy texture, -shudders- I really can't touch something like that!
Now I could just have sensory processing disorder because my mother said I always screamed or cried when something touched me. I noticed I always had a more sensitive sense of smell than everyone else does as I tend to use air freshener a lot and even spray it in my face when I smell an odor just to rid my nose of the odor. My sensitive hearing didn't come til my ears opened up at 14, and here I am, suffering a life of torture from just that! If only I had been diagnosed when I was little, maybe my childhood wouldn't have been so bad.. The bad step father mostly ruined it because he would always try to get me in trouble. Me and him met again, so he could see his son--my little brother--recently when my friend spent the night, but he gave me $15 for my birthday, and I thanked him. So now Idk what to feel about him. I could just forget it, but my childhood mostly involved him. But then again, it probably wouldn't have been so horrible if I had been diagnosed at an early age..