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I was physically abused by teachers and TA's at KAEC for second grade. Then in third grade, the same behavior was permitted of a teacher in a "satelite classroom," which was basically KAEC in one room of a typical elementary school and some of us were allowed to attend mainstream classes. The abuse continued through middle school, even after I was in a mainstream classroom full time.
I also was molested once on the bus by another student. I relived the experience very painfully one night in 2008 or 2009 while I was tripping acid--which is something you should never do alone, by the way, and today I am dubious of it even with people around. Afterwards, I was just a little less angry and hateful. I'd been repressing the memory for years. This is also around the time my mental health started to take a turn for the better, though it remained lousy and I had a major setback from yet another trauma (an attempt on my life in 2011)
I think my treatment as a child also lead to me being beaten and terrorized as an adult by someone I tolerated for over seven years. This is also the person who got me into doing drugs, even though I hated them all on principle from spending my early life medicated. I didn't understand that I had the right to be left alone if that was what I wanted, or to refuse to consent to someone hanging out with me. Or to try and hang out with someone that I wanted to and who might also want me around if I just asked. In many ways, I am still learning.
Holy moses, you'd been to hell and back. The school permitted teachers to hit you or smack you around, or was it done on the sly? Did your family ever find out, or didn't they care, either?
I also was molested once on the bus by another student.
Mostly just helped me recognize it. My brain was so messed up that the usual ways I got away from remembering it didn't work. It was as if it was really happening again. But once it was over I felt like I was washed out, somehow. There had been something terrible inside of me and all of a sudden it was gone. I was still pretty messed up, of course, but all of a sudden there were things about myself that I could understand better.I'm sorry, man, that sounds horrible. I was so embarrassed that I never told my family- Couldn't imagine what that'd be like in public. Did the acid trip help to ease anything?