During fifth and sixth grade, I was in a specialized school with other children who had autism. There, I was just another kid.
But my mother decided that I belonged in the public school districts. The public school districts did not want to have anything to do with me, so they stuck me in their program for students who were in and out of the legal system, despite the fact that I was nonviolent. I was an autistic child who had meltdowns being placed in a classroom full of gangbangers, essentially. That did not end up well for me at all. Those were my middle school years in a nutshell. By the time high school came around, I trusted no doctors, I trusted no teachers, I did not trust anybody at all. It was not until I turned 18 and I started to take control of my own treatment that I started to have some degrees of hope.