What Did You Not Know About Yourself Until Someone Told You?

I didn't realize I was autistic until my FIL told my wife that he thought I was. He used to work with special needs people so he knows the symptoms.

My wife told me this and then the next time I visited my Mom I asked her if I was autistic. She immediately said yes and not only that but she's known since I was 7 years old. I've always had problems with noticing things and paying attention to certain things my whole life and I was always treated as though I was just a disobedient kid and I never understood why I was the way I was.

The fact that she just casually confirmed that I'm autistic and had known since I was 7 and still treated me as though I was completely normal made me angry in a way I'd never felt before. It was the most betrayed I've ever felt in my life.

I've since let it go because there's no point in fighting over this but I don't know if I'll ever fully forgive her for this.

Apparently i have a scent

I also give descriptive detailing. When someone would ask me if I had a certain Item, I would close my eyes and tilt my head back to get a memory of it and then explain to someone where it was. I never saw it as weird until a coworker asked me where a pair of scissors were.

My twin noticed I twiddle my fingers when talking to an older adult. I was always scared of being in trouble and it was an anxiety thing.

Let me tell YOU, something about YOU, that YOU don't know.
-Comedian Ron White, in a story about his ex-wife

My teacher in 3rd grade told me that when I was talking, I was literally shouting. I was a naive child so didn’t take that as seriously as I should have and kept doing it, despite wanting to be really open to honest feedback. It took a few more years to realize how serious the problem was and fix it.

I had no clue I was ugly until women started telling me. Turns out my skull is shaped like Sloth from The Goonies.

That my friends didn't like me. I was tolerated for what I provided. It really sucked, I had few friends to begin with. An ex told me I was boring bc I stopped wanting to socialize with sociopaths.

He's not so bothered anymore but in restaurants my dad would always sit with his back to the wall, so he was looking out over the restaurant in case any trouble started. We were in KFC once on a rare occasion where he had his back to the room, and instead I had the view. At one point he said "Is something happening over by the door?" and I said no, and he said "You keep looking over there." That was how I learned that if I am eating with line of sight to a door (or large window, if the door isn't in direct view) then every time I take a bite of my food, I glance over at the door. It's like my brain chooses the biggest 'landmark' in my field of view and then fixates on it for the rest of the meal.

True story my mate said im a legend because of my antics im not so sure

I thought I was very easygoing and “chill” (I plan excessively but when w ppl I really like i genuinely don’t care what we do) then someone very correctly pointed out that I’m the least chill person they’ve ever met and I felt so seen

I have a birthmark on the back of my neck.

I speak too fast.

I didn’t know that my chest turns red and splotchy if I’m feeling too much of an emotion. Like excitement or anger. I also didn’t realize I make certain repetitive hand movements when using a register until one of my coworkers told me that he does the same thing lol

People get angry at me for "cutting them off" in conversation, but they don't realize that they don't give anyone else the opportunity to speak or converse.... I'm literally just trying to get in what I have to say before you change the subject again. I learned to just shut tf up and let them ramble, then they act all offended because I never "offer support" or "engage" with them... like mfr you get pissed when I talk, you get pissed when I don't, just f off. I don't know if it's because people view me as being childish so they never give me the opportunity to speak and on the rare occasion I forcefully interject in a conversation I'm (supposed to be) a part of they lose their mind at how "disrespectful" I'm being. You literally won't let me speak. shut up...

That I am more chill

Even though I chew with my mouth closed, people can still hear me when I chew.
All my life people have always gave weird looks when eating around them but no one ever said anything. I was told this earlier this year in my fourties. They prbably hear me when I swallow too. I'm glad I didn't know this earlier though. I was a very anxious and depressed child. This knowledge would've made me even more anxious, especially when eating in public. Now I just don't care. It's something I can't help, so I let it go.

Apparently my sister and I look Latino. We're not Latino, we're Italian.

4:55 of course this is a man because he claims there's nothing you can do without doing any research whatsoever.

I'm black and that's it

So I always knew I was black but I always thought I was British or even though my family is descendants of slaves I thought we were African
NOPE
I lost both identities the hard way
They were stripped from me
When your delusions face reality sometimes the truth hearts

I learned I am never African or British by being rejected by these groups of people

An now I know exactly what I am
I'm black or Caribbean specifically

An I think that's enough for me
I just now have to find out about my people and replace what I have lost

I realized that I am really fugly. I am being 100% serious!

The first story reminds me of my mother who goes through the same stuff because of her rbf.
One of her coworkers even said she has the face of a srrial k!||3r. Which was new and funny to me when she told me. Lol.

And whats funny is she refuses to believe she's terrifying, she's always surprised and confused when people tell her she looks very mean and terrifying. I have been telling her for 2 decades she looks scary af, especially when angry, she has that d3@7h stare.

My evil, gleefully cruel older Brother did a very good job of belittling me and my little Sister. We were stupid, useless, ugly, but he molested us both.

He was the first born and Daddys namesake, he could do no wrong. Likr many sexually abused kids, we responded by getting fat. Our parents weren't any better, they were not nice to us either. My nickname was Goofy, or Mr Magoo because my parents thought that they suited me.
Our Brother left home to volunteer to go to VietNam, what a hero. He was sadistic, he was fully capable of war atrocities.

But his absence made life somewhat better, I went through a major glow up in High School. But my self-esteem was still non-existent. I was popular, especially with girls ...my friend on the student counsel told me that I'd missed "Best Looking" by two votes. I was stunned with disbelief
He told me that he hates people who act surprised by obvious things...

The truth was that I never had a clue, it was not something that had ever thought about.
But it did explain why girls liked me. I was a closeted gay guy, I never dated girls at all in High School , but I was picked to crown the Homecoming Queen, I had no clue as to why...then our Senior Year Book and I had my own page, non jock; non beauty queen, yet my own full page photograph. I was shocked, but it changed the trajectory of my life.
The truth really set me free. I was thrown out for being gay, but my friends helped me to attend the University that my favorite teachers had graduated from, and my life as an out gay man started there in 1970!

When I’m mad I flare my nostrils. I can’t control it. If I think about it, I do, if I think about trying not to, I still do, and if I don’t think about it, I still do.

2:58 this is a totally normal way of talking in German. It's common to end a question with "or?" Like "Do you want to come with me or?"

My husband once pointed out that when I start talking, I tend to begin with a little "tsk" sound. I guess my tongue rests behind my top front teeth and that's the sound of me pulling it away. I get pissed every time I catch myself doing it.

I also didn't know I have scoliosis until last November when I was having a baby and the anesthesiologist pointed it out when he was struggling to give me an epidural. It ended up only numbing my right side and I had to go under general anesthesia during my C section.

I went for bad boys…I was like nooo oh wait

2:29 my aunt and my sister both do it and they both deny the hell out of it

"You wear your heart on your sleeve." One of my ex GF's told me. About 15 years later my therapist diagnosed me with Asperger's Syndrome. Even with this knowledge, I made it a habit back then, as now, not to lie because I'm incapable of doing it convincingly.

That cilantro doesn’t taste like soap. I’m sensitive to aldehyde compounds (which soap also contains). My whole life up until I found out I thought, “People like this?” I’d still eat it so as not to seem rude.

I have a resting bitch face according to my friends

I’m way too quiet, according to my friends.


I’m also extremely nervous, and I realize this after they pointed this out lol

5:13 this one and the one after this are signs of adhd and/ or autism

My mic is TO LOUD!

my mic is to quite!

C H O O S E ! ! ! ! !