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swampfox31 said:
Well, I have lived a fairly average life so far. I was born on April 28, 1999 in Bellevue, WA, United States of America. Throughout my early childhood, I always expressed an extremely devoted interest in a certain thing au subject, to the point where I couldn't think about anything else. And this was fine, up until the point when "play" school stopped, and "real" school started. I wasn't able to interact with people, I didn't get along with my teachers, and I didn't do well academically. So one day, in the 2nd grade, I remember that my parents decided to have me tested for something that would deeply scar me for the rest of my life. After about a week of testing, my parents were informed with the fact that I had been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, a form of autism which mainly affects social interaction and non-verbal communication, along with many other things. People with AS also generally express repetitive patterns of behaviors and interests, which for me at a young age happened to be machinery. They also, in some cases, may experience forms of physical clumsiness. I don't have as many problems with this, but I have found that my coordination with other parts of my body such as my arms and legs is very low, rendering it extremely hard for me to learn to dance au play an instrument. I was completely unaware of of my diagnosis, but I had began to notice that I wasn't able to interact with others the way that neurotypicals could(term used to describe non-autistic people), and began to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I found out in the 7th grade, when I was looking for a book to read. I happened to stumble upon a book called "The gifts of Asperger's"(which today I laugh at), and proceeded to take it to my parents and swali them about it. They then told me about my diagnosis and why they had decided to have me tested. To this day, I wonder why they didn't tell me before. I was also annoyed kwa the way they tried to sugarcoat it kwa saying that all it did was "make people think differently." My ass. Anyway, ever since that day, my social interaction and understandings of body language have improved very little, if at all. To give an example, at school several months ago, I was playing a dubstep song out loud from my computer, and a guy walked kwa and said: "That's a weird song." Now, I knew this kid as being a little bit of a dick, so I wasn't exactly compelled to be nice. In a mgawanyiko, baidisha second, I tried to come up with a clever response, but what I came up with was the exact opposite. My reply was: "You're a weird song." He just looked at me, and said: "Um... Okay, I see how it is", and walked away. I then went ahead to beat myself up emotionally for the rest of the day, and still a little bit to this day. Anyways, things like that are what happen daily at my school. I honestly don't believe I could think of a bigger hell for an autistic kid to be forced through than Junior High School. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone to have to go thr-
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