autisticyoungadult wrote:
Did most of my formers have to deal with fitting in with the groups while they were back in high school?
I went to two different High Schools, during the mid-late 70s. My family had lived in the same mid-sized town and mostly within a few blocks of each other from the time I was born, then my Dad switched career paths and suddenly we had several big moves in a few years.
The first two years of High School I spent in a large sprawling metro area and the High School I went to was like a small college campus. I was a completely anonymous face among the masses the whole time I was there. I had one art class with a fellow comic-art freak that I could talk to and there was this one crazy redneck who used to bum cigarettes from me during breaks and those were the only two people who spoke to me the whole two years. Oh yeah, there was this one PE coach who bullied and ridiculed me for reading a Science Fiction novel.
autisticyoungadult wrote:
I've had school lunches where I wouldn't know anyone in the cafeteria and just leave the room to head to my next period class in order to avoid the pile of obnoxious students that try to ignore my appearence in the hallway.
At that first school, I never ate lunch, because I didn't know anyone to sit with. I just went out in the courtyard and paced until time for my next class. Sometimes other students would mock me for pacing.
Then we moved to a small town where the entire student body was about 450 students and everybody knew everybody and things were very different. I still felt like an anonymous part of the wallpaper most of the time, but I did have a handful of actual friends that I spent time with outside of school and managed to have a date or two before I graduated, awkward as they were. There was never a time when I didn't feel like an alien observing a foreign culture, but the smaller, more intimate environment was definitely the least uncomfortable of the two. Partly because the people there were just more friendly in general, but also because of the fact that even if they weren't going out of their way to include me in all their cliques, they all knew who I was, so I didn't feel entirely invisible. Mostly invisible, but not entirely.