Friday, March 14, 2014

Twice Gifted (yet they said I was normal)

There's one thing I wish I could change about my younger years. My teachers saw something. They stayed silent.

Why?

Why not tell my mom outright that the other kids are teasing me, instead of saying that I smile too much?

Why not question my obsession with everything about pandas and literature, when no one else in the class shares my passion?

Why not mention these things, especially when you're going to college to be a special education teacher?

(And that's just one of them.)

I am autistic. Too bad for you, since I was never a good enough student to make you extraordinarily happy. That was my best friend, a boy who had taught himself molecular chemistry and was hardly socially struggling.

I was averaging myself out. My deficits in social interaction were no more prominent than my academic skills. My teachers felt that I was fitting in good enough.

Then came middle school.

All my fellow classmates cared about was appearance, be it socially or physically. I still haven't caught on to that. So while I began to struggle an incredible amount, my abilities morphed. A previously amazing memory became eidetic. My teachers understood that I worked socially. But I still balanced out to the extent that the only special classes I was offered only discussed boys and fashion.

No thank you.

Add to that the fact that I was denied an IEP. My mom had no internet access, and she couldn't look up the laws. That is not her fault. Neither is the fact that I have only now begun to get any support something which should weigh on her shoulders.

But within the next two weeks, I'll be signing up for AP Physics a year before my peers. I will have adjusted passing times, and I will be given the notes so my hand doesn't hurt from writing.

My life has been twice gifted. It is no more.

I know the Russian alphabet.
I know a lot of pi.
I know a lot of random things,
That I can't deny.

P.S. You know the drill about the sporadic updates. Sorry. But two of my more recent fanfictions now feature autistic character...though one is more secret until August, so please don't make an obvious mention in the reviews. They will both be updated within a week. They are:

A December to Remember (Doctor Who)

and

Il Mutor (Phantom of the Opera) [and yes, the misspelling is purposeful.]


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