Reflecting on my autistic growing up, even though I didn't really know I was autistic then, and no one else really did either. Because I come from a strange family to begin with. These are both happy stories mostly to make up for the more depressing memories that showed up recently. But also because I am generally a happy person who has had a mostly happy life and I don't want to deceive anyone into thinking otherwise. AND because I really like telling stories about things that have already happened.
My 16th birthday party was pretty awesome. I very thoroughly had forgotten about it, though. My youngest sister is turning 16 soon, though, so my mother brought it up in a conversation with me recently.
At this point in my life, I had two friends, which was really great. (A major improvement over the last couple of years before that, so I was happy.)
I invited my friends over.
For my 16th birthday, we looked up words in the dictionary and solved logic puzzles. Then we went to see Music & Lyrics. Then we came home and ate pie. Actually, we ate pie and cheesecake. Yes, we did get two different types of dessert for a three person party (and I only invited 2 people, so I wasn't disappointed by lack of attendance or anything.) It was a lemon meringue pie and a kahlua cheesecake from Marie Callendar's. (The desserts I had for my birthday every year.*) I think they got picked up after that and went home, but I'm not too clear on those details. It was a long time ago, you see.
This is very different than what either of my two sister's birthday parties would have been like. Although, I am also more organized than either of my sisters, so I think I am the only one who will have had a 16th birthday party, which I am amused by, because I am hands-down the least social of us all.
(If my youngest sister had a 16th birthday party, she would probably want to invite boys. Even the middle one wouldn't have thought of that.)
But this was my kind of party.
Also, when I was 16, I realized how to hang out with my friends without going to football games. This also resulted in a MAJOR improvement in my social life.
Freshman year of high school, I had a vague idea that high school football games were a place where people would hang out. Sometimes people even asked me if I was going to the football game. So I went, with my father, and sat and watched the game. I don't really like football all that much. And I certainly didn't then. (I've come to like football more because of the social aspects that college games have and also I may have been minorly brainwashed by school spirit into being slightly invested in the outcome of the game.) And football games are loud.
Also, sitting next to your father who is totally way too much into this high school football game (and actually really about any sport because apparently he reads the local sports scores summary in the newspaper for every single sport for every single school in the entire (VERY DENSELY POPULATED COUNTY THAT WE LIVE IN) county, but not in a creepy way), is really not an effective way to socialize with your peers. I'm not really sure, still, where they are at high school football games, but they are generally not sitting next to my father.**
Sophomore year, I had updated this a bit and had actually made friends to meet a friend at the game (one of the two friends I invited to my party!) and then we would usually hang out at her house afterwards because she lived relatively close to where most of the games were.
The breakthough came when we realized that neither of us really liked football games so we could skip that step of hanging out and just go straight to someone's house where we could hang out and make cookies and read separate books in the same room and stuff that friends do like that. And talk about AP Biology, because that was really what I did.
Trouble with initiating social activities.
That's a thing.
*For some reason, I always was allowed to get 2, while my sisters only got one cake. I think it was because I wanted lemon meringue but my mother didn't like lemon meringue, so she got a cheesecake because she liked that. (And I did, too.) It was ok, because only my dad and I liked the lemon meringue (in my family), so I could eat both for a while, then just lemon meringue and I would have leftover birthday cake for a long time.
**Although surprisingly, sometimes they actually are, because my dad is a "cool dad", but for real, but that makes it a lot more complicated, so we shall ignore this for now.
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