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Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: Genesis on August 14, 2016, 08:04:35 PM
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Was she as looney as mine is? Or did she pass off as normal? :LOL:
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My grandmother had twelve kids, so like a million grandchildren. She would give us spoons and tell us to go outside and dig in the dirt. :zoinks:
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My grandmother was an aspie. When she died, she was probably the oldest aspie in the world.
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Wow. How could you tell she was an aspie?
Well, now you know where yours came from. ;)
My dad's mum died when I was a baby. I certainly remember my mum's mum though. She used to cook awesome roasts and give the best calming hugs. One time she she shocked everyone by disagreeing with something, saying, "Pig's arse!" Pretty funny.
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I never met any of my grandparents, I wish I had known them. :prude: :oldman:
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My dad's mother had fiery red hair and everyone loved her, she taught herself how to drive after her husband passed away when my dad was 17 and drove without a license for almost 15 years until someone hit her pulling out of the grocery store and they made her get a license.
She had a farmhouse full of junk and cool stuff she found in secondhand shops, she loved to do crafts, and had a child-like curiosity about everything, she was a lot of fun. She was also partially color blind and painted the ceiling in the kitchen bright red one time thinking it was pink.
My mom's mother made awesome chicken noodle soup, drank beer and could swear in Hungarian. She loved flowers and had an enormous flower garden for many years until they moved to an apartment. She never drove and rarely left the house, couldn't smell very well and used a lot of perfume and put mothballs everywhere.
Unfortunately she was also a bit of a nag, and I never felt like I "made the grade" with her. My grandfather made up the difference though. My mom and her were never very close and it showed. She had a tough life though, and given the circumstances I don't know if I could have done as well as she did.
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Wow. How could you tell she was an aspie?
Well, now you know where yours came from. ;)
My dad's mum died when I was a baby. I certainly remember my mum's mum though. She used to cook awesome roasts and give the best calming hugs. One time she she shocked everyone by disagreeing with something, saying, "Pig's arse!" Pretty funny.
It was kind of obvious to me that she was on the spectrum. You know how you can spot an aspie if you are one? Well, my grandmother was a spazz if I ever saw one.
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I never met any of my grandparents, I wish I had known them. :prude: :oldman:
I'm lucky to have met all four. My paternal grandfather died when I was four, though, so I barely remember him.
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Mom's mother was a Mennonite who wore a Prayer Cap, and she always wanted to play Scrabble with me and my sister whenever we visited. Dad's mom had a issue with a few things.... yet she got over them. (as far as I'm told)
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My grandmother was an aspie. When she died, she was probably the oldest aspie in the world.
WoW!!
How old?
Mine, on my mom's side was a wholesome Christian, who spent an entire life helping other people. She only had eight kids (my mom was the fourth), four girls, then four boys.
On my dad's side. she "might have been somewhere on the spectrum" as I remember her. She died when I was twenty two and I had never heard of autism at that point in time ('73? pretty sure most had not even heard of this either, even those who had a child experiencing difficulties - hell, you just slap a kid when they do not act right in those days - been slapped hundreds of times by my own loving mother for not acting right or not looking her in the eye, etc.), but she had her little "ocd things" that she always did. And they changed from one thing to the next from time to time. There were a lot of "signs."
Dunno.
She was born in 1907. died in'73. She was not very old as far as old people go. My mom's mom was a little older, but got bad toward the end with Alzheimer's disease. My mom's mom was born in 1908 and died in 2000.
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My dad's mother had fiery red hair and everyone loved her, ... /clip
Same here.
She was almost six feet tall and quite a sight to behold with her "loud" fashion sense.
... and very funny. Just do not get her pissed off.
:laugh:
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My grandmother was an aspie. When she died, she was probably the oldest aspie in the world.
WoW!!
How old?
She was four days shy of 101 when she died.
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My dad's mum died in 2008 due to renal failure when she was 91. She was a nice old lady, never grumpy/crabby towards anyone and always loved to laugh, despite the fact my dad's dad was an abusive asshole (he died in 1989) and she had a traumatic past. She was interested in board/card games and betting on the horses. Lived in her own home until she died and her mind was also as sharp as a pin until then too (more than likely due to all the crosswords and boardgames!). She remembered EVERYONE'S birthday each year.
My mum's mum is still alive and is 95 in February. She's extremely short! Like, less than 5ft tall. She couldn't even see out of the windows in her own house and she always had to get special cushions made so she could see over the dash to drive her car (has lost her license now though). She lives in one of those mobile home retirement villages because my aunt made her sell her house. She can be a bit crabby. As she's gotten a lot older she's gotten kinda quiet spoken and depressed. She has problems being in groups and following conversations. I have trouble keeping in contact with her because she can't hear me on the phone.
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I only met my grandmother from my dad's side. She was a bit too social to be on the spectrum but definitely close and her family was full of people who by the way she described them were. She was the only student with a car at Uconn back in the early 20s and she taught my grandfather how to drive. She graduated and taught home economics till her only child my father was born and didn't work again till later in life when she was a real estate broker. She loved antiques, old houses and odd things. Her house was full of all kinds of stuff and at times seemed more like a museum there were guns some went back to the revolution, swords, stuffed alligators, an extensive shell and mineral collection, coins, about 5000 sets of salt and peppers and antiques of every type. The basement and attic were full too of more of the same it was an amazing place and she love talking about it all. She was also very catholic with crosses and religious stuff all over. She was also very much the one in charge of everything in the family at least until my brothers and sisters got older. She lived to be 95
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I forgot to say, my Nanna died from Alzheimer's Disease. So did her sister. My mum is extremely paranoid of getting the same thing so she told me to tell her if I notice any signs of it in her. So far I haven't and she will be 70 in December.
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I forgot to say, my Nanna died from Alzheimer's Disease. So did her sister. My mum is extremely paranoid of getting the same thing so she told me to tell her if I notice any signs of it in her. So far I haven't and she will be 70 in December.
Dementia sucks! My mother died of Alzheimer's too (well, actually of pneumonia after aspirating some
juice because the Alzheimer's was beginning to make eating and swallowing difficult). I worry about my own
future, especially when I forget a word I've known for decades. I hope there's a cure by the time I need it. :(
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My dad's mother had fiery red hair and everyone loved her, ... /clip
Same here.
She was almost six feet tall and quite a sight to behold with her "loud" fashion sense.
... and very funny. Just do not get her pissed off.
:laugh:
The very same. :LOL:
She never dated, not even once...after my grandfather passed away, although many men asked her out.
A friend introduced her to my grandfather when she was 15, he was older, and separated from his wife who had two girls with him. She used to sneak out at night to meet him and her mother used to beat the hell out of her when she found out telling her to stay away from him.
She always told me "listen to your mother, I should have".
She didn't like being hugged, touched...didn't show much emotion.
She passed away in her sleep at age 91 from heart failure.
Never met my grandfather, but no one that knew him ever said anything good about him to me, and a few truly hated him, except my mother and my dad. My mom always said he was very nice to her, and funny, even though he was very sick at the time.
My other grandmother didn't like going out, she liked hugs, but was very OCD about stuff...OCD as you could get living in a run down patch house without an indoor bathroom. I can still smell the bleach, mothballs, and perfume. She passed away from Alzheimer's also.
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My mom's mother is still alive in her late 80's. She still drives, lives on her own, pays her bills, takes care of herself. She has some help from her adult children now about certain things like when it comes to talking to doctors for her medical problems. She and her husband are the only neighbors left on their block. The rest have either moved away or passed away. They are still the first owners of their home. She walks with a cane and has lost some weight because of her medical problems.
My dad's mother had anxiety and possibly AS or just traits but I will never know. My mom thinks she had Bipolar. My grandma seemed to have problems with jealousy so she didn't like her daughter in laws and she didn't like her sister in law so she referred her as the bitch. I didn't start to see the immature side of her until I was in high school and that was when her Alzheimer's was getting worse so her personality was changing. But to me she always seemed normal and my mom made sure of that and she made sure I never saw the other side of her and didn't tell me about it. But before her disease got worse, she told great stories of her childhood and had great memories of them and she was very organized. She loved to clean and anything she found that belonged to us she would put in the top drawer in the entry way in a dresser so we always knew where to look. I loved opening that drawer to see if there were any surprises and sometimes she left other stuff in there that didn't belong to us. I would find crayons or coloring books or little trinkets. That was one of my favorite things of seeing her. But as her disease got worse and worse, this part of her disappeared and her great stories were gone and her organizing and her surprises. I grew out of that anyway so I didn't care anymore what was in the drawer. Also she got nastier too to people so I got uncomfortable around her because of the stories I was hearing from my mother and she was telling them in front of me and I got uncomfortable and afraid of my own grandmother because I didn't want to be treated that way. But when her disease got too bad, she wasn't that way anymore so I wasn't afraid anymore to be around her. She lived in the moment now so anything that happened a few minutes ago was gone and done with because she had no memory of that. She couldn't remember if she ate or went to the bathroom and what she was doing a few minutes ago and wouldn't even know why she was somewhere because she would forget. Cancer got her before her disease did.
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