#unexpected behavior

[otherpeoplescreativity]

Birb

This idiot blue jay is on the sycamore, banging its beak on the tree branch not at all between its toes. I think it’s pretending to be a woodpecker? 

Of course, as soon as I got the camera focused to try to take a picture, it flew off.

[lora-mary]

Social expectations

Ah yes, Social expectations, the bane of my existence. One of the most infamous questions I get asked is, “is doing X or Y socially acceptable?” I feel paranoid about behavioral expectations because it's like taking a multiple choice questionnaire blindfolded.

It was the eighth grade when I heard the words “unexpected or expected” behavior. Expected meant good or positive behavior. Unexpected means bad or negative behavior. A social worker came down to discuss the definitions of both words. She came down to our room to draw on a board. She was describing the new words.  Naturally, I hated those two words because It felt so ridiculous that we had to follow a set of behavior rules. Of course being incredibly naive, I thought that I was doing well by paying attention to the diagram. As long as I didn’t use profanity and watched my behavior at school, I would be ok. But that's not how social expectations worked out. In fact, I got so upset from possible paranoia, that everyone was judging me,  that I had a meltdown. On that same day, I developed such a strong hatred for the words, that I burst into tears, blubbering about how much I hate “unexpected and expected behaviors”. 

I still hate it when teachers try to teach me expected and unexpected behaviors. In my opinion, being told expected and unexpected behaviors is the equivalent of  having information shoved down your throat. I am told that unexpected behaviors such as interrupting, picking one's nose, and talking too much about a subject will cause a negative perception or uncomfortable thoughts.

Autistic person (walks home) Neurotypical: Hello, how was your day?

Autistic person: proceeds to pick nose

Neurotypical: Wow. that person’s weird. 

That's what I picture when I hear that my bad behavior will kill my social life. I’m not kidding, from 8th grade to present day, I’m told that my peers will think bad thoughts if I don’t follow expected behaviors. This has been repeated over the years. Ironically, one of the symptoms of autism is the black and white mindset. We were criticized for this mindset while learning that certain behaviors were bad and good. 

black=bad

white=good

 This causes me to become highly embarrassed if I break an unwritten rule. To make matters worse, middle schoolers began to develop a colorful vocabulary. By colorful, I mean screaming swear words at the top of their lungs. So, I kept to myself by reading in the corner. I also tried to follow the social expectations by keeping my vocabulary clean. The only topics I could talk about were the Beatles, the Princess Bride (great novel/movie) , or any wholesome topic. This made me vulnerable to bullies.This justifies bullying as I have had peers think it’s funny to make fun of me. Later, I remember I pulled a social mistake, which caused the students to think weird thoughts about me.  No one should ever think like this.

We’re being taught that expected behaviors are “normal” or “good”. Yet, I feel ashamed when I break an unwritten social rule. I also feel left out, when my peers can get away with swearing or making inappropriate jokes.

Bullying especially cyber bullying is still a major problem today. To justify bad behavior between peers is awful. I feel sorry for the people who have to deal with bullies. Especially if it seems justified. Which it isn’t.

[kidfromarabia]

Unexpected Behaviours

It happened several months ago, but seeing something similar on television yesterday made me recall the incident. What happened was that my mom had sent me to buy some groceries from the store. It was 11 pm and my street was dimly lit like usual, mostly by the light leaking from the houses standing on both sides. As I bought the groceries and quickly walked back home, I noticed two women walking maybe 15-20 meters ahead of me. They were clad in abayas and seemed to be in their early twenties. They were also observing hijab, and they seemed to be distressed by something. They kept glancing back and quickening pace. I was confused at their odd behaviour until i realized that I was the reason they were spooked, and this struck me funny. Because believe me, I am not at all scary looking. Not even in the dark, I think.

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Well so my evil mind just kicked in gear all at once and I just quickened my step a notch to see how they would react. And sure enough, hearing my footsteps, they turned their heads in unison to look back at me.  Seeing me approach clearly spooked them, one of them shrieked and grabbed the other, and they both bolted for their lives! This was such a shocking response for I had never imagined that they'd run! 

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I had reached my house by this time, I let myself in, still bewildered at the unexpected reaction of the women. As i played the scene in my head, it got too much for me, I leaned against my bike and laughed till my stomach hurt and tears streamed down my face. And then I laughed some more. But as my laughter gradually subsided, I was struck by the realization that it was actually very sad. It was sad that that a boy in bermuda shorts and grocery bags in both hands would appear menacing to the two women. Had the security risk in our city really escalated so?

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The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. All the fervor I had been feeling sunk like a rock as I put myself in their shoes, and was replaced by a buoyant shame. I have always had utmost respect and admiration for the women of hijab, and I felt pathetic as I considered my actions. I felt pathetic for scaring the poor women into making a dash on the street and risking a spectacle of themselves, all for a little fun. I had been thinking that their behaviour was unexpected, but my behavior was more disappointing to me. I feel like shit to this very day. I wish there was some way I could apologize to them for my stupidity and thoughtlessness. But I don't think I'll even be able to recognize them again. And that's my punishment...