I have realized I’m childish really big part of my time. When shopping in a supermarket I look at baby stuff and toys and buy fruit baby purees. When I go somewhere with my mother I follow her, a little bit behind her letting her take the lead. Sometimes when shopping I hold the side of the cart.
When walking in town I look at kids and keep thinking: I wish I had his imagination. I wish I were forever as young as she is. I wish I could waddle in nappies like that cutie. So on.
Sometimes when walking to my therapist I realize my tongue is sticking out, trying to catch snowflakes. Or in summer I might realize I stepped only on white parts of a pedestrian crossing.
At home, at my parents, at my grandparents, in hotels, almost everywhere not exactly public, I have my plushie bestie with me. I might cuddle him, write stories with him, read with him, watch tv, or just hang around with him.
I have no real interest in my peers. At the day activity centre I’m alone in my own worlds or talking with the adults about cartoon mugs or chocolate egg surprises or I might tell about my plushies, so on. I mean I and many clients are adults too but I meant the professionals who are usually 30+. I see and experience them as uncle, aunt, mom or dad characters and feel safe with them.
My home is... A bit childish. Lots of plushies, some Schleich figures, other figures, coloured picture on a door, TV show posters, cartoon duvet covers, a bit childish jewelry on display... It looks more like a kid’s room.
When being with my relatives I often don’t focus on what they are talking to each other, I just look around or think my own things and then have no idea what’s going on. Often adult stuff isn’t interesting enough.
My childish side is out every day. But particularly in the evening when I go to sleep in a body and cuddle my favourite plushie I feel like a baby.
When really really needed I can seem like an adult for some time, but it’s hard. Feels like faking, it’s really tiring.
Does anyone have same kind of thoughts/habits/etc or are you able to be ”fully adult” when not regressing? Am I like this because of being an adult baby/little? Or maybe these things are Asperger symptoms?
When walking in town I look at kids and keep thinking: I wish I had his imagination. I wish I were forever as young as she is. I wish I could waddle in nappies like that cutie. So on.
Sometimes when walking to my therapist I realize my tongue is sticking out, trying to catch snowflakes. Or in summer I might realize I stepped only on white parts of a pedestrian crossing.
At home, at my parents, at my grandparents, in hotels, almost everywhere not exactly public, I have my plushie bestie with me. I might cuddle him, write stories with him, read with him, watch tv, or just hang around with him.
I have no real interest in my peers. At the day activity centre I’m alone in my own worlds or talking with the adults about cartoon mugs or chocolate egg surprises or I might tell about my plushies, so on. I mean I and many clients are adults too but I meant the professionals who are usually 30+. I see and experience them as uncle, aunt, mom or dad characters and feel safe with them.
My home is... A bit childish. Lots of plushies, some Schleich figures, other figures, coloured picture on a door, TV show posters, cartoon duvet covers, a bit childish jewelry on display... It looks more like a kid’s room.
When being with my relatives I often don’t focus on what they are talking to each other, I just look around or think my own things and then have no idea what’s going on. Often adult stuff isn’t interesting enough.
My childish side is out every day. But particularly in the evening when I go to sleep in a body and cuddle my favourite plushie I feel like a baby.
When really really needed I can seem like an adult for some time, but it’s hard. Feels like faking, it’s really tiring.
Does anyone have same kind of thoughts/habits/etc or are you able to be ”fully adult” when not regressing? Am I like this because of being an adult baby/little? Or maybe these things are Asperger symptoms?