Autism and School

Back to school isn't easy for anyone, but for an autistic child like me, it's even more difficult.

I always procrastinate. I should be doing my summer reading in July, but it lays untouched until August. Same with the math. Mom encourages me, but doesn't force me. Some days, I'll have better work than others. She knows that, so I write the essays when I feel like I can concentrate for an hour at a time. And lucky me--it all gets to be typed, so messy handwriting doesn't come into play.

Then we come to the matter of school supply lists. I've always been with my peers in class, so I've needed the same supplies. The trouble is, my district doesn't actually have teachers develop the supply lists for their students. Therefore, we always get more than we think is necessary. And we always get the things which will be necessary for me, but not others. For example, I can't handle the smell of liquid white-out. Instead, I get the tape.

Next we come to clothes. I don't bother to dress in bright colors. I wear one friendship bracelet that hasn't come off for eight months. I wear sneakers or a very specific pair of sandals. I commonly wear a five dollar t-shirt from Kohls (the patriotic ones) with jeans, and occasionally a sweatshirt. But this coming year, I hope to blend in slightly more with clothes. Even though I'll still stand out somewhat, I think that polo shirts and button-downs with a nice pair of darker jeans and a cardigan will be perfect.

Now I just need to figure out what I've got that doesn't hurt yet from pulls or tears in the fabric, and will match my new style. Two polos, I know, and no more good button-downs after my favorite one ripped. Three or four pairs of jeans. No nice sweaters, just ratty gray ones. So I'll be changing my style a bit, getting plenty of new stuff. And I might even accesorize slightly, starting with a little necklace or something. Who knows--I might just be a popular kid in a nerd's clothes this coming year.

Finally, we get to the fact that this will be the hardest transition yet. I'm going into high school, and that means that I'll have classes an hour and a half long, lunch at ten thirty instead of eleven thirty, and four teachers that change out altogether multiple times in the year. I know I'll probably have my bad days, and I'll probably be bullied, just like always. But I went into elementary and middle before I knew what autism was. So I know I'll be okay in the end, just like I've always been.