pinkgurl87 wrote:
I was in regular school, but I was teased like crazy because I was different, but the thing is I wouldn't have wanted to be in a special class, in grade 3 I was in the special reading group for the lowest level of reading and I hated it because I felt I was different, I actually worked really hard and basically self taught a lot of reading skills that by grade 7 I was at the top of my class in reading skills. As much as I was teased I think I would feel worse about myself if in a special class because I would know I was different. I think people with high functioning autism should be in the mainstream schools but have extra support or ability to work ahead of other kids, aka I was doing math above my level in elementary school. In the real world people with Autism will have to interact with NTs who will probably judge them it doesn't just happen in childhood. Plus people with Autism are not the only ones that get teased anyone who is different gets teased. Kids are mean in general but I think they would be even meanier if someone was in a special class, because they are set apart from others.
I see some truth to this. When I was in special ed, it seemed a lot of the kids were there for things like intellectual disability or primarily behavioral problems (who otherwise seemed able to socialized well). I didn't see very many kids (though I did see some) that I could identify in retrospect as having been on the autism spectrum, and heck even my ADHD seemed to make me stand out, as I didn't know very many other kids with that either. Even in special ed, I felt lonely and different (as I also did in my mainstreaming attempts). LOL.
I remember in 4th grade one boy who was very clearly autistic in retrospect. He was highly intelligent and able to hum music with perfect pitch and kick butt at video games, while unlike me his behavior didn't really come across as anxious, confused, or disruptive. He had this one repetitive behavior, though, that I would never forget: He would take his hand and would angle his index finger and thumb down in a way designed to pinch; he would then bring that hand up to your forehead and squeeze in order to produce wrinkles; while doing this, he would say repeatedly, "Mmm, wrinkles. Mmm, Richard." (I do not know where he got the name Richard from as that was not his name, nor did it seem to be the name of anyone significant in his life.) We were close friends and I enjoyed his company, but one day he stopped coming to school and when we tried going by his house, his family had disappeared.
My mum actually talked to me about him then, describing him as autistic. This was actually the first time I had ever heard of the word autism/autistic. What's funny in retrospect, is that I was at the time already diagnosed with an ASD (PDD-NOS) and at the end of the previous school year had been found eligible to receive autism resource services from the school, yet no one ever told me I was autistic until I was diagnosed with Asperger syndrome at age 13 (in 8th grade). My mum had given the impression that it was just something my best friend had.
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