Grade one starts. I remember the teacher saying I was "gifted". Now "gifted" didnt mean you were a gift or got a gift or something good. It always had a bad wrao. You were stuck in a cramped room with a bunch of weird kids and made fun of. I did not want to be in this room.
Writing some paragraghs there where words I put backwords ti , (it) dna , (and) and a few others. With this I had a mark.
The dou le doorwd room. The dou le doored room at the end of the hall. The special room. For all the kids who were "idiots" is what evwryone else called them. I just did not want to be stuck in this room. I was recievein a test on dyslexia, adhd and another test. The last one I am not too sure. I believe niw it may have been an autism test. I knew how to fake it.
Pick a spot between their eyes to make it look like I am making eye contact. Mimic body language. Put on a grand show. It was exjausting. But anything to get me from going inti that room. Later on I haf heard that many of those kids were abused by teachera. Like I needed that added on top of my long list of abusers.
Maybe being diagnossed young would have been better but. Facing the world the way I did also made me very strong.
So adhd and dyslexia were thw diagnosis. No parents consent. And too this day my parents had no idea about that testing. Only from me teeling my mom about it resently.
How scary is that? I was always a pretty confident kid timid inside but confident in who I am and if I wasnt I could have been faced with a very different traumstic life for other reason that would have limited my future.
Any child diagnosed with Autism when I was younged was held back even aspergers. There were certain things they would let you do because they veiewed you as different and fragile. Which yes we are different. Bit not fragile. If anything NT are more fragile. Sometimes a NT breaks a nail and their world comes crashing down and I just want to slap them and say get a grip.
Writing some paragraghs there where words I put backwords ti , (it) dna , (and) and a few others. With this I had a mark.
The dou le doorwd room. The dou le doored room at the end of the hall. The special room. For all the kids who were "idiots" is what evwryone else called them. I just did not want to be stuck in this room. I was recievein a test on dyslexia, adhd and another test. The last one I am not too sure. I believe niw it may have been an autism test. I knew how to fake it.
Pick a spot between their eyes to make it look like I am making eye contact. Mimic body language. Put on a grand show. It was exjausting. But anything to get me from going inti that room. Later on I haf heard that many of those kids were abused by teachera. Like I needed that added on top of my long list of abusers.
Maybe being diagnossed young would have been better but. Facing the world the way I did also made me very strong.
So adhd and dyslexia were thw diagnosis. No parents consent. And too this day my parents had no idea about that testing. Only from me teeling my mom about it resently.
How scary is that? I was always a pretty confident kid timid inside but confident in who I am and if I wasnt I could have been faced with a very different traumstic life for other reason that would have limited my future.
Any child diagnosed with Autism when I was younged was held back even aspergers. There were certain things they would let you do because they veiewed you as different and fragile. Which yes we are different. Bit not fragile. If anything NT are more fragile. Sometimes a NT breaks a nail and their world comes crashing down and I just want to slap them and say get a grip.
