Autism you witnessed IRL - share your stories

Observerer

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Just remembered another absolute sped that I had met.

This sad pathetic loser was for a short time a friend of mine. He did so much stupid shit that I am going to summarize it in a list.
- That time he told me that he wanted to fuck all those "delicious" Japanese women once he moved there.
- That one time he dumped his gf for a Japanese exchange student only to get brutally rejected by said girl for being "fucking weird" (she actually said that).
- Attempting I got his gf back when he failed only to get rejected again.
- Having the ability to make everyone fucking hate him after a couple of months.
- Actually flipping out when people forgot the rules in card games.
- Falling in love with a girl he knew for a week, attempting to sniff her hair, and crying like a bitch when the girl talked, yes talked to another guy.
- Actually traveled to Japan and being sad that the girls didn't want anything to do with him
- Forcing a maid from a maid cafe to pose with him (feat. The hover hand).
- Being so pathetic that even his own mother has rejected him as her son.
- Tried to befriend all the Japanese exchange students in town. Got such a bad reputation that every Japanese person stayed the fuck away from him.

He did some other shit but I can't remember right now. The biggest fucking regret I have had in my life is befriending this loser.
 

Madam Nekromantik

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I saw a furry in the wild.

We had gone to the grocery store and on our way out I look up and see this very large ( why are they always so large) late 20s woman wearing racoon ears and a tail. She was accompanied by her small elderly mother who looked like she was in her late 60s. I was feeling a bit sick that day with a head cold, so I wasn't in the best state of mind when I looked up and saw this wonder, and before I knew I had said "The fuck is that." Mr. Nekro looking straight ahead just said "I'll tell you when we get to the car.

Once we got to the care he told me he had seen the racoon girl around the store. She had that autistic look as he put it and kind of flapped around while her mother got the groceries they needed. He also sadly saw that she had a lot of self harm scars, also a bit of a BO smell. I told him "Well, I fell bad that she self harms, but I'm still going to laugh and I'm probably going to hell for it." He said he'd be right there with me. We then spent a few minutes wondering why parents of autistic kids always seem much older. Maybe it's natures way of telling you something.

Not the most exciting story, but I had never seen fuzzy ears and tail in the wild. The ears and tail looked like they had never been washed.
 

MysticMisty

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Another crosspost from Share Your School Stories.

So, one day in third grade the mainstreamed autistic kid in my class goes to the bathroom. He'll be Jim. Jim was about the same amount of functioning as Barry, but probably still can't pass as normal. Anyways, this wouldn't be out of the ordinary, but Jim's in there for an unusually long time. I'd say a good ten minutes passed before one of my other classmates stood up and waited outside the bathroom door. A few minutes later another one stands up and gets in line behind the other kid. Then another. A couple more kids get in line before I stand up and get in line because it's getting to the point where I'll need to go soon and don't want to wait forever to do so. Two or three more kids get up and stand behind me almost immediately.

At this point our teacher notices a third of the class is waiting for the bathroom to open up. She walks over and knocks on the door.

"Jim, is everything alright in there?"

"Yes," Jim replies rather happily.

"Then you need to come out now, you're holding up the bathroom for everyone else," she tells Jim sternly.

"Okay," Jim says and walks out of the bathroom. A massive cloud of stink blows out with him. I'll never forget the look on his face. He was so smug and proud about whatever the hell he'd been doing in there. I couldn't see inside the bathroom from where I stood (just smelled it), but the but the first kid in line sure did. Horrified, he called our teacher back over to the bathroom. She took one look inside, gasped, and shut the door.

Our teacher announces to the whole class we'll be taking a ten minute break for everyone to use the hall bathrooms, before pressing the intercom button to request the janitor to clean the bathroom ASAP. As I walk past her out of the room she's glaring at Jim, who is still looking smug and proud about what horribly, smelly mess he made in there. I'm slightly disturbed and consider asking the classmate at the head of the line just what was in that bathroom, but ultimately I didn't, I was more concerned about using the bathroom and lost the opportunity. I suspect there was shit (presumably diarrhea given the smell) outside of the toilet because Jim had a genuine disgusting personality.

How do I know this? One day the cafeteria served their nasty soup for lunch. Yeah it was more edible than their horrible cardboard and ketchup "pizzas" and awful cheeseburgers, but considering they couldn't even serve tater tots decently that's not exactly a high bar.

Anyways, soup day. Jim joins the class at one of our designated tables (at my school(s) classes were assigned two tables at the start of the year and we were forbidden from sitting at other tables or even talking to other tables, except for being made to sit at the bad table as punishment). At this point he stuffs the aforementioned tater tots into his soup. Then he opens his carton of chocolate tard cum, holds it over the soup, and pauses. He's got that same smug, proud look on his face again. Everyone begs for him not to do it, even the boys. Jim ignores everyone and dumps it right in, his smile gets even bigger if you can believe it.

One of the lunch monitors patrolling the lunch room sees him, walks over, and does the worst fucking thing: tells him he needs to eat his soup now no matter what.

"Yes ma'am. I love my soup like this, it's better this way," Jim tells her happily. She ignores what he's saying to make sure he starts eating it before continuing on her lunch room patrol.

As you can imagine the rest of us are utterly horrified. Yes, even the boys. To be fair cold chocolate tard cum in hot soup really is an absolutely disgusting concept. Jim did, in fact, eat the whole thing. Kept talking about how delicious it was since he "improved" on it. And this wasn't a one time thing, either. Every time soup was served that year he did it every. Single. Time.

The expression he had every time he did shit like that is burned into my memory because that was the exact face he was making in his school photo, which I have because that's how my district did class photo for Elementary school. It works for whenever I told the soup and bathroom stories to friends though because I could just whip out the sheet, point to him, and tell them "That face!"
 

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There's been a greater gathering of furries here in Portland. I mean, all furries are autistic, but some are more autistic than others, to paraphrase Orwell. A few summers ago I was at the Portland Saturday Market downtown with a few people. We were accosted by a group of furries later that afternoon. They're lucky they only got yelled and cursed at instead of beaten up or worse. These speds were running into the crowd, trying to bear hug random people, frolic at their feet like a dog, one dressed like a wolf tried dry humping my friend's leg and one dressed like a lion tried tickling me in my sides. I don't know if the tards were drunk or on something or if it was just natural autism coming forth. They left when (surprise surprise!) people got pissed.
 

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Damn. How did his best friend react?

Well, he didn't kill himself over it if that's what you want to know.

I honestly don't know for sure, I wasn't in super close contact with most of his friends anymore after we split up. It's just something I heard from him (yeah, he told me about doing all of this himself, go figure...) and one of his buddies I still talked to.

But as far as I know, the best friend stuck around. Really, it still blows my mind. There's people putting serious effort into friendships etc. And then there's assholes like him and everyone just seems to flock to him without ever getting fed up.
 

The Great Chandler

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It was a Personal Finance class in High School. We had this pale looking student who would constantly hum and rock back and forth. Whenever he loses or gets something wrong, he would say with that same nasal tone "aw...I failed" and "game over yeeeeaaah!". It was pretty obvious that everyone at class had an issue with him. Ultimately after about a few weeks into class, he got really upset, said "shit!" and hit the girl next to him. That was it for him for the rest of class

As an autist myself, I couldn't help, but pity him.
 

ZXO

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Oh boy I had an experience last night at Target. A very unkempt neet/weeb couple were arguing loudly throughout the hygiene section. I can't remember what about exactly. They acted like no one really existed. They were constantly bumping into each other because they walked and stood so close. Oh and they fucking STANK oh my GOD I wanted to deck 'em both. I wish I had the wits to at least catch a quick picture of this but I smelled them before I saw them and got the fuck away.
 

MysticMisty

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Merry Christmas, Kiwis! My gift to the Farms is the tale of my mainstreamed classmate from fourth grade. He had a rather stereotypical dumb redneck look to him so he'll be Billybob. There was a lot of shit that went down with Billybob so I'll go with the most memorable stuff (and yes this is yet another crosspost).

So the first thing to note about Billybob is that he caused enough problems early in the year to be permanently assigned to the group cluster in the very front by the teacher's desk. While everyone else would periodically shove their desks around to form different groups around the room, Billybob always had the same group, in the same spot facing the teacher's desk so she could even make sure he was doing his work.

Another thing is that there's a zero percent chance he grew up to pass as normal. Like, not even close. Even if you just thought he was a dumb, stereotypical redneck it'd take about a minute of actual interaction to realize he has the 'tism. Even though he technically is high functioning to do shit like dress himself and not shit himself, socially and mentally he was pretty fucking retarded and I doubt that's changed.

One day Billybob asks the teacher mid-lecture if he can go to the water fountain. The teacher gives him the go ahead and he left the class. The weird thing was that he never came back, because that year the water fountain was right next to the class door. Even if you were really thirsty you wouldn't be gone long at all. So after two or three minutes the teacher more than suspects Billybob is up to something and sticks her head out the door. Next thing we know she left the room completely, but we hear her confronting Billybob. A few seconds later they're both back, the teacher is pissed at Billybob, and Billybob is pissed the teacher caught him doing whatever.

Our teacher tells us to take out whatever text book and work on page blah blah blah. Then she takes Billybob back to his desk. Now, at this point in the year I've been rotated to Billybob's group cluster. I sat right next to him, even. So even though I was supposed to be doing shit I'm doing it slowly and quietly to listen to the teacher quietly yell at Billybob (as are the other kids who have been rotated there alongside me).

It turned out that instead of drinking like a normal person, Billybob was doing something akin to a dog or cat lapping up water. Only instead of moving his tongue, he was flinging his entire head back as he did so. My teacher came to the conclusion that Billybob was trying to fling water across the hall for some reason. Something else to know about Billybob: he was a really shitty liar and if you confronted him about something that he was going to lie about, all he'd do is say no, and get really, really mad. Red in the face, furrowed eyebrows, the whole bit. And that was exactly what he did when the teacher asked if he was trying to fling water across the hall.

The teacher promised to have a talk about this whole thing with his assigned handler in the sped room, and the next they rather obviously decided that Billybob couldn't be trusted in the hall anymore because now when he wanted to get a drink the teacher would stop what she was doing to escort him out to the hall, supervise his drinking, and bring him back. But that wasn't all, because when he wanted to go to the bathroom, the teacher picked a random guy to escort him to the bathroom and back, and supervise him in the bathroom itself too.

When they came back Billybob went back to his seat looking extremely pissed, while my classmate talked to the teacher. Turned out Billybob cussed the kid out in the bathroom, said he didn't need to be supervised for bad behavior, he'd do whatever the fuck he'd want, and so on. This time the teacher didn't fuck around and just called his personal handler to the class, and had my classmate repeat everything he told my teacher. Then his handler escorted him to the office.

After that day when Billybob needed to use the bathroom, the teacher would not only pick a random male classmate, but she'd walk with them to the bathroom and wait outside the door in order to better prevent incidents in the future. This was something that went on for the rest of the year, and I sometimes wonder if it continued in fifth grade, too.

One day while I was still in Billybob's group the teacher announced our latest art project. We were to draw any underwater scene we wanted in crayon on construction paper. When we'd finish she'd brush blue paint on it to give it an underwater appearance. The only stipulations were that it had to be completely underwater, we could not paint the pictures ourselves for some reason(my theory for that is it gave her some sort of control over us that she enjoyed), and that rather obviously we couldn't use the dark blue or black construction paper.

We select our paper and get started, and the first thing that happens is that Billybob, of course, took the dark blue paper, though the teacher didn't confront him immediately (probably she wanted to wait until the painting part to yell at him for it). We were enjoying ourselves, having fun, lighthearted conversation that Billybob was ignoring as he worked. His picture was an absolute mess of lines all over the place. The fact that he was rotating the paper constantly as he worked made it impossible to tell which end was what, even. And since he took the dark blue paper it was also impossible to tell if he used any color beside black and grey.

Curiosity finally got the better of us and we asked what he was drawing. Billybob said it was an oil rig. I just had to take his word for it, it looked that bad. He went on to say that he was going to tell the teacher which half to paint because the other half stuck out of the water. So not only did he ignore the bit about the paper, he ignored almost all the instructions altogether about the project. Someone gently tried to tell him that the entire thing is supposed to be underwater and Billybob yelled "shut up!" We stopped talking to him after that in case the teacher thought we were deliberately provoking him and continued on with our work.

And yes, the teacher gave him hell for taking the blue paper and drawing something that wasn't supposed to be completely underwater.

Early in December the teacher announced we'd all be participating in a class-wide Secret Santa. Only books were allowed, and only chapter books. They also had to be gender neutral (though many people ignored this) and Goosebumps were forbidden since they were controversial among some parents.

On the last day before Christmas break I and everyone else brought in our wrapped books and during the class party at the end of the day we exchanged gifts. I was hanging out with my friends, and we were enjoying ourselves, when Billybob approached one of my friends. With a stupid smile he announced to her he got her the best book based on the best movie of the year as he handed her a suspiciously thin gift. She opened it and sure enough, he ignored the teacher's explicit instructions and got her a picture book. But not just any picture book. It was the official picture book adaptation of Space Jam. Yes, really.

My friend smiled and thanked him, and when Billybob had walked away the conversation turned to the fact that he had given a fucking picture book as a gift. We couldn't decide if he deliberately ignored the teacher and picked it out himself, or just told his parents he had to give a book and they went with that because they had a very low impression of fourth graders thanks to Billybob.

As we were talking the teacher came up to us when she saw the Space Jam picture book. She looked at my friend and asked for confirmation that Billybob was her Secret Santa. She confirmed that he was, and when we were leaving after the bell rang the teacher told Billybob she needed to talk to him right now after class. I was dying to hang around outside the class to hear her yell at them, but I was afraid the teacher would catch me and I'd get in trouble. Also I really wanted to go home and start my Christmas vacation. I'm sure she tore him a new one, though.
 

Autisimodo

On break.
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I was kind of friends with this one dude in high school. He did a lot of stupid shit and it got to the point he had to change schools because he not only suspended but was eventually ostracized for being a sperg. I'll refer to him as "Luke" because he reminds me of a story from 1d4chan.

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Luke on at least two occasions was caught watching hardcore porn in school. The first time was during a class he had with a tough, takes-no-shit PE teacher. He was warned by the head teacher but ultimately nothing came out of it. The second time was in the Library, where he was dumb enough to be caught masturbating by the unfortunate Librarian on staff that day.

He was actually banned from the Library for a few weeks. According to a buddy of mine, the librarian quit shortly after that.

Luke had a bad habit of naturally pissing people off and creeping on girls. He had this habit where he'd take a swig of your drink or eat your food when you weren't looking. Eventually we learned to either keep our stuff within our sights at all times, or just hide them altogether.

He also had a habit of boasting about his celebrity crushes like Miley Cyrus and Kim Kardashian and how much he'd "like to fuck them." He was 14, and half the time we'd see him on his laptop looking up the lewdest pictures of them he could find of them, given this was on the school's WIFI.

But what really set people off was when he would constantly be looking over your shoulder and start narrating every action like a dumbass. If you were on a website or writing an essay, he read aloud every word. If you were playing vidya, he'd commentate on everything you were doing. Luke eventually stopped doing it when was told repeatedly that it wasn't funny and it was fucking annoying. He wasn't happy about it, but he did stop doing it.

All of the previous events happened during the span of a whole year. What finally got him kicked out of our social group and eventually lead to him changing schools was when he got into a fight with a Chinese kid.

Luke was racist, but also incredibly stupid. He would routinely make fun of a friend of ours who was Chinese. Everyday he'd say something stupid to him, which didn't get the reaction he wanted (anger), so one day Luke took off his shoe and slapped our friend in the head with it.

This resulted in Luke getting the shit kicked out of him. Both students were suspended, but all the witnesses said Luke started it. When Luke came back to school, everyone wanted nothing to do with him. By next year Luke was gone, he'd moved schools.
 

Ped Xing

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Just now, I told the guy at the gym desk that I was "sweating out Christmas." I need to vet people before I engage them with small talk.

He proceded to tell me, scene by scene, the entire plot of the forgotten movie "Krampus." Eventually I gave up and just walked away while he shouted after me about snow globes and bells.
 

Autumnal Equinox

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Had a friend in high school who would try to get his liberal leaning but still kind of old fashioned parents to watch movies like Pink Flamingos, Happiness and Not Another Teen Movie with him. I can't imagine sitting down with my folks watching those kind of movies without feeling leagues of awkward and uncomfortable. Movie night with your ~50 year old parents at age 16 about a shit eating drag queen, a dark comedy about a pedophile telling his son he'd jerk off to him instead of raping him and a movie that's 90 minutes of fart/shit/cum/incest jokes? Sounds pretty autistic to me.
 

The Great Chandler

"Pickleless girls don't marry virgin boys"
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Had a friend in high school who would try to get his liberal leaning but still kind of old fashioned parents to watch movies like Pink Flamingos, Happiness and Not Another Teen Movie with him. I can't imagine sitting down with my folks watching those kind of movies without feeling leagues of awkward and uncomfortable. Movie night with your ~50 year old parents at age 16 about a shit eating drag queen, a dark comedy about a pedophile telling his son he'd jerk off to him instead of raping him and a movie that's 90 minutes of fart/shit/cum/incest jokes? Sounds pretty autistic to me.
Sounds like an edgy Zoomer to me!
 

Gravityqueen4life

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ok another story and maybe you guys can help me figure out what the fuck was up with this dude. went to high school with a guy that was slow. and by slow i mean slow in speaking, slow in moving, slow in sitting down a chair or putting his jacket on. the guy (his name being David) was a sloth in human form. he got the nickname sloth beacuse of this and the tard wranglers would go down on you quick for ever saying the word sloth near his presence. David was so slow, it would take him a full hour (sometimes more) to just finish his lunch. he would miss most of the gymnastic lectures beacuse it would almost take him a full lecture just to change cloths. i tried asking David what his problem was but he refused too tell me (took him ten seconds just to say no) and when i asked the teachers, they refused to answer beacuse it was "private". i believe it was either a brain or a nerve problem that was the cause but i could never figure out the name for this phenomenon. some times he would sit down, get right up again, stare at the chair for 5 seconds, starts cleaning the chair with his hands, sit down and do it again until its "clean". the tard wranglers would encourage him moving "faster" by whispering into his ears or use a low tone voice too hurry it up. i forgot to mention, David dosent talk, only whispers.
 
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DDBCAE CBAADCBE

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So I'm kind of a bleeding heart idiot sometimes and I really like helping people even to my detriment. This story is what happened in one of those cases.

So I had met this guy at a local hobby shop when I was still homeless and immediately recognized that he was friendless and had the tism. So I went out of my way to befriend him and for the most part it was fine, Come to find out weeks later his Dad just put him in a home and is somehow still getting his disability check instead of his son. So I go down there and get his son out of the home and use his latest check to get him a motel to stay in until we can find him an apartment. Of course I use this as an opportunity to keep a roof over my head and buy a small tent so I can sleep on the floor. Everything goes well for a month or so, I'm helping him manage his finances and such and trying to teach him how to socialize. One day however I come home to see that the money from our rainy day fund is missing and I ask him why. Says he went to a massage parlor in hopes of getting a handy and spent 500 bucks there because he wouldn't just ask for the handy instead of going in over and over in the same day.
 

CivilianOfTheFandomWars

A Creepy Marionette
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So I'm kind of a bleeding heart idiot sometimes and I really like helping people even to my detriment. This story is what happened in one of those cases.

So I had met this guy at a local hobby shop when I was still homeless and immediately recognized that he was friendless and had the tism. So I went out of my way to befriend him and for the most part it was fine, Come to find out weeks later his Dad just put him in a home and is somehow still getting his disability check instead of his son. So I go down there and get his son out of the home and use his latest check to get him a motel to stay in until we can find him an apartment. Of course I use this as an opportunity to keep a roof over my head and buy a small tent so I can sleep on the floor. Everything goes well for a month or so, I'm helping him manage his finances and such and trying to teach him how to socialize. One day however I come home to see that the money from our rainy day fund is missing and I ask him why. Says he went to a massage parlor in hopes of getting a handy and spent 500 bucks there because he wouldn't just ask for the handy instead of going in over and over in the same day.
I remeber one time I was in my local vidya game shop, when a dude strolled in and asked the guy working there, Juan, if the massage parlor next door was, quote, "one of the ones you can get jerked off in."
Credit to my main man Juan, he remained deadpan as he explained he didn't know. The second the guy left he broke down laughing.
 

Dysnomia

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I had an anthropologuy class with this very strange guy who had to be a raging aspie. He would come to class wearing vintage 70s corduroy leisure suits. Every day. He had very vocal opinions about women being housewives and the like that would be spoken at inappropriate times. And he liked drawing pictures of aliens and UFOs. One time I got into class and he had dozens of sketches spread out over several desks. He was really creepy and nobody liked him. He thankfully stopped showing up one day.

Then there was the girl obsessed with fairies that decided I was her best friend. I couldn't stand her but was too polite to tell her to leave me alone. So I had to endure non-stop chatter about fairies and fairy costumes. hankfully she also dropped the class. The professor, who was very professional, surprisingly said that she was glad that girl was gone because she was doing so poorly and hadn't handed in any work.

Thank the gods that we didnot have any weirdoes in the class where the professor was a Mayanist. The vintage 70s leisure suit UFO autist would have been ten times more insufferable.
 

Black flag

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It was my second year of middle school that we had a “child” and I use this term very loosely considering he was 17 at the time if memory serves me. He had a plethora of “issues” including but not limited to Autism, ADHD, and Dwarfism(at least I believe so he was around 4’3), but I digress. This societal parasite was relatively tolerable until around midway through the year when his parents gave him a laptop. Upon receiving this laptop he inevitably discovered furries and otherkin within a week of having access to the internet. So here I am just getting my books out of the locker when this “child” decides to pull down his pants and hump my leg. I managed to get this little retard off my leg and kicked him, causing him to run off barking leaving a trail of feces in his wake.
 
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mindlessobserver

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Be me in court.

Having to sit through all this nonsense so the judge could get to my minor bullshit (improper passing on the right).

Old black lady escorted by a States attorney takes the bar. Public defender escorts elderly black man to the stand. "Huh. This is different".

Old black lady launches into a story of woe. She is having huge issues with her neighbor, the black man. He threatens her with his presence, at one point even pointed his fingers at her says "bang". Defense attorney objects every 30 seconds. Judge asks her to get to the point.

"On the 24th she heard an apartment door slam loudly. Shortly thereafter she heard a popping sound like a car backfiring. She goes to her window and looks out, seeing elderly black man speeding away in his car. She goes out and looks at her car and find her windshield is broken. "He shot it with a BB gun your honour".

"Hold up" says judge, a BB gun? That sounded like a car backfiring? "That's right!" She responds. "Okay" says judge. "Who else lives in the area?" "Well it's an apartment complex, lots of people". "Okay".

Goes to cross. Defense attorney calls his client. Oh shit.jpg. the defense attorney wants his client to testify? Judge asks "where were you on the morning of the 24th?" Elderly black man goes "I was right here in front of you your honor, getting a restraining order against elderly black lady". Judge blinks. "Well I dont recall this, but okay". "We have the paperwork your honor" defense attorney interjects. "Okay" says judge after looking at the documents. "Do you own a BB gun or airsoft pistol?" "No sir" comes the response. "Why were you getting a restraining order against the plaintiff?"

By this point everyone in the room is paying attention. This was the most entertaining thing to happen in hours.

"I got it cuz this woman has been making my life a living hell, and making me a prisoner in my own apartment. The last straw was when she poured cheerios and coffee into my mailbox!"

At this point everyone in the room desperately tried to stay quiet but there were quite a few audible chuckles. "Right" says the judge. "Well, based on the evidence presented i cannot say beyond a reasonable doubt that you broke the windshield.

At which point elderly black lady starts to tirade "but who is gonna fix my car?" States attorney had already walked off by this point leaving her up there. "That is between you your insurance company" said the judge. "Well...can I sue him at least for it?" Judge responds " you can, the clerks office is downstairs. You can talk to them. The burden of proof is lower in civil court, you might have more luck. But by criminal standards I cannot find a guilty verdict."

By this point elderly black man is leaving the room and the elderly black lady moves to follow but is stopped by the bailiff. "Ma'am, I need you to stay right here until he has left".

Judge just shakes his head and starts calling the traffic docket. He was in a very forgiving mood at that point and let people off with driving school or dismissal. I got a dismissal.

Thank you autism!
 

Tiamat

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I was at the mall with my dad, leaving the food court when I heard this shrieking, blood curdling scream. I whip around to see a huge goliath of a kid, a good 6ft, extremely overweight with a gray t shirt and a shaved head. He was screaming his head off and his poor mom/wrangler was trying to direct him towards the exit and calm him down. Before long he was crying on the floor and when he put his hand on the ground, I saw a HUGE bitemark turning red and blue on his hand where he had bit himself. I wasn't able to see the whole thing but I was able to see the mall cops trying to calm him down and proceeding to be pushed away by the kid. The poor bastard probably got too overstimulated and freaked out. Honestly, if you have that sensitive of an autistic child, at least give them the mercy of noise cancelling head phones or a choice to stay home, they're probably just as embarrassed/upset as you are.
 

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