How was your high school experience/youth?

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Primary school was ok, High school was hell, Tertiary school was awesome

Hmm. Well, let me put it this way. When I was brought to kindergarten for the first day I cried the entire time. Things didn't much improve in the following 12 years.

On the upside of that, though, is that I did grade 12 through correspondence. This removed all school distractions and allowed me to focus on the material. Grades shot way up and I was able to make it into university. University was initially difficult but became less so the further into my degree I got. The more specific the course material was to my interests, the easier it was.

I had no clue I had Aspergers through all of this. Did not find that particular bit of information out until just recently. It would have helped back then to know.

It was awful. Throughout school I never really fit in with the other children because it was a private school which I had an assisted place (we could never have afforded the fees) and I was from a poor area of the city with an accent and stuff so I was bullied by both the teachers and the children. My parents didn't believe that the teachers bullied me because the school had such a good reputation so it was blamed on me, I was written off as being badly behaved and was constantly in detentions and on report. The children tried to bully me physically but I usually responded with a level of violence they were not prepared for and they learned not to do that so it became mostly psychological. High school was easily one of the most miserable periods of my life.

I was bored to death, despised by nearly everyone, confused and depressive.
I tried to convince my parents of the benefits of home schooling, but they felt I had to deal with other people.
I had good grades and was quiet though, so although the teachers didn't like me much, they mostly left me alone.

I turn 50 in a couple of weeks and while I got good grades I hated any social interactions that I had in grade school and high school. College was only slightly better but not much. For the most part I had no friends at all, even when I tried. Not even when I was in clubs.

School was the stuff of nightmares for me, I had no friends, was bullied, I felt isolated, the school work itself I couldn't do because it just bored me silly, I ended up being expelled and sent to another school and managed to get expelled from that one too. I'm now 31 and at college getting the education I should of had when I was younger,tho I still find it extremely hard to socialise still, I find at college no one really cares if you are different or not and it is much easier to blend into the background.

I didn't like high school either. I use get tease for being i shy and quiet girl and a big girl ( i never a skinny girl when i hit puberty), by boys and girls.
At 17 i got placed in a special school mainly to help with socialising, I still got tease there too, either for being a big girl or cos i liked dbz(i got back at a guy that did try but it back fired on him). I never did get tease in primary school though.

I was f*****g living hell! Seriously!! living hell!!

I coped pretty well. I wasn't that different, but was ot a good socializer either. I had a few friends that I kept from elementary through high school. My grades were excellent. This was mostly due to the responsibility I felt I had to please my teachers. I identified with them, and have always preferred socializing with people older than me. I didn't do quite as well in university, as I for the first time discovered that I really couldn't handle everything alone, and am not good at cooperation. I want things to be perfect, and tend to be very bothered by others being happy with a lower standard.

All my life, most people have seen the difference in me.

When I was 2-4, my mom sent me to a series of baby sitters when I was discovered that I am hyper. This was in addition to being in 2 places where children were to be seen and not heard. Thus, I became the victim of abuse.

I was also betrayed by two close friends who got together with a group of people who thought I was weird, ganged up on my and beat me up on a play ground and no adult did anything about the bullying either. One of those close friends was a bully by nature to begin with For instance, she kept poking me constantly when I would play with her. In different places.

My parents were also abusive and it seemed to get worse the older I got. My dad seemed to reject me for my younger sister too because she seemed to have this or that quality and I did not. They were bullies as well and seemed to randomly pick on me at the dinner table about my qualities and features.

I would invite different people to big birthday parties and the other people would often not reciprocate. When I got older, I grew tired of it and actually called up and yelled at one of them for not inviting me back or being a good friend.

I was rejected by several people when I became a teenager, including by another close friend when she started maturing. She started dating and decided to reject me. I was also bullied by omission by three special education students in high school and gossiped about.

Things did not start clicking until I hit my 20's.

My school years were mostly awful, I'll share one story off the top of my head.

When I was about 11 years old, I was bullied, one kid in particular was really bad, him and his friend used to corner me.
After putting up with it for a few months, I completely snapped on him.
I shoved him away, it was the first time I tried to retaliate and stand up for myself.
He responded by punching me in the face. After that it was a pretty intense scuffle for about a minute. I basically went blind with rage on this guy since I had been building up months worth of hurt feelings.
after the minute or so, we were both standing there panting, and I had something in my hand...I had completely torn his shirt off and he was covered in mud. Some other kids had formed a circle around us to watch the fight, so luckily no teachers on the playground had noticed, so no one got in trouble. I just threw him his shirt and walked away. I wasn't hurt at all, not even a scratch.

Afterwards I ran into him in the school bathroom where I went to get cleaned up (he had obviously done the same)
He was all of a sudden nice to me! Like he had respect for me suddenly!
so what I had to beat him up to get him to like me? was that the message here?
I really didn't know how to deal with that, it made no sense to me. I just cleaned up and walked away, it was such a strange experience and I didn't know how to process it. I felt horrible about my actions, and just wanted to be away from the whole situation.
I'm not sure what the proper response should have been on my behalf...did he expect us to be friends now?!?

Needless to say, he stopped bullying me, so that was a plus.

Sorry, I did not read that properly.

My school years were up and down. I was not ever beaten up in school and made several nice casual friendships for the most part and then would push me away once they found out that I was different. However, I took lots of abuse.

4th grade was a great example of that. Their friends found out that I was different and got the connections to start shutting me out of things and talking about me behind my back.

For instance, on the last day of school a bunch of school girls got together to play "Light as a Feather, stiff as a board." I wanted to be involved. I asked if I could be next and the main girl in charge of the group turned out to be a click and snot anyway, shoved me out of her group physically. Both my neighborhood friends could not stand her and felt bad. As for the reason I could not join, "I did not know how to play," so they left me out. Then they demonstrated to the class afterwards when they were practicing

I was picked on in 6th grade at another elementary school for my obsession with cats.

In Jr. high, I was picked on for my obsession with Disney films, which was The Lion King. I would hear, "Simba's Dead." Then things quieted down for a while when I attempted to make friends. However, one of the friends who I had a falling out with was mad at me and stayed mad and started trouble about me and got other kids to ignore and shut me out.

The special ed kids got meaner to me in HS when the mean girl decided to date my school crush who also turned out to be very mean too. In fact, they lied about me all the time and they still do to this day.

I had a nasty cruel joke played on me during prom during sr yr. It is too much to talk about here and I will just make myself upset. However, I ended up going to the prom with no date and no group. I was pretty hurt.

My school case manager and autism specialist was also very cold and unfriendly. She also was a pessimist and a miserable insecure woman who took her problems out on other kids. She was especially callous and misunderstanding to my situation even though her title said she was a specialist. I ended up leaving that district because I was hurt so bad my Jr. year.

My senior year was epic and I even made some friends who I still stay in touch with today. They had the same personalities too in terms of being out going and out spoken.

I was the out spoken one in most cases and a lot of the other kids did not understand since I was always beyond my years.

My high school wasn't much different than junior high and before -- just a steady progression for the worse.

Out of the 63 people in the class, something like 50 of us started together in the first grade at the same school.

I started getting into fights in the 2nd grade and never quit. From 2nd grade through high school, I was probably in at least 100 fights.

Someone told me in high school that I was the worst fighter they ever saw but at least I fought back and if I kept at it, sooner or later I'd win one or two and people would start leaving me alone.

It could have been worse.

One time in elementary school, I think the 4th or 5th grade, they took our entire class to the city park (about three blocks from the school). While we were at the park, the principal of the school put boxing gloves on me and my nearest neighbor (someone who had never bullied me at all) who was probably the best athlete in my class and had us fight in front of the entire class.

He was trying to teach me a lesson but I never did understand what that lesson was. He didn't make anyone else fight -- just me and the neighbor kid.

It was a nightmare. I was moved 1,000 miles away from the only place I had ever lived just before seventh grade and I resented it deeply. I shut down to other people because I had no frame of reference left and made almost no friends. Sadly, instead of leaving me alone, people decided to bully me instead. At the end of high school, I had a nervous breakdown and really should have been hospitalized. However, my family had no insurance or finances to pay for treatment so instead I was forced to deal with my emotions and scary thoughts on my own. I shut down so bad that I could barely leave my room and suffered from continuing panic attacks and deep anxiety from fear that I had committed an unpardonable sin found in the Bible. It took me a year before I could work or go to college after that, and until I was almost thirty before I revisited my doctrinal problem and figured out I had not done it and logically could not do it. The obsession over it though had cost me dearly as I did not date or try to date during that time. To this day, I still avoid church because of the fear of the whole issue coming back to haunt me. Church though is the one place I would be most likely to meet someone so it leaves me kinda screwed. The layers of issues in my life from that time make it difficult now to sort out what they are and why they are there. I think I have AS because it makes sense, but would need a good therapist to sort out if it is that or if I have an AS-like life due to coping mechanisms from that time.