A Looking in View....
After I started reading up on AS many years after I got diagnosed (my parents didn't tell me until recently, I guess it might have been for the better). But the more I read into it, the more every painful bully expeirence becomes. Its like reading a book over when you know the ending, the critical details jump out at you.
Like I always questioned why I was different, all the time. But now looking back, at my teachers making fun of me (4th grade teacher called me a ret*d in front of the class) , my so called friends, I can't help but be surprised that I made it this far. At a very young age I was sent to remendal classes at a gifted school (kinda defeats the purpose), then they sent me to speech therapy, handwriting classes, they had me spend extra time in music class to see if I could hear the difference between notes, the vice principal held up flash cards of cats, dogs, and random objects and wanted me to name them; I mean I had to pass a test to get into this elementary school and after I'm in they want to belittle me. and check I am working properly.
At the time I didn't think much of it, but today years later it hurts. Really hurts, makes me feel like I wasn't even a person just part of the experiment to see if I was fit for their school.
I cant help but dwell on it, kids are one thing but a school picking on you? Jesus.
I don't really have a question just wanted to get it off my chest. Thanks.