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Latest revision as of 22:09, 23 November 2021
I was inspired by the other stories on here to write out mine. I was born in 1980 in a small town in Canada. I won't get anymore specific, because I live in fear of being outed as abnormal, a fear I acquired in school and which I can't seem to shake.
I have the usual trouble interacting socially that most AS people had growing up, although I was only diagnosed with AS in 2007. Until then, I thought that everything I was going through was normal. I had only one friend in elementary, one in junior and one in high school. The rest were somewhere between enemies and (something else). I avoided out door play because that was where the bullies played. I found out early that bullies come in all sizes. One cracked my left eye orbit in elementary. The teachers were mostly enablers. I was told often 'not to encourage them'. The trouble was that it didn't work.
Graduation was a relief to me. I spent that whole summer inside. And I still cringe at the sound of a school bell. I got a small job delivering circulars in 2003 and I still have it. My search for other jobs ended miserably in failure. Eventually I entered college. As the result of an 'incident', I was referred to Mental Health and diagnosed. That was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. One thing lead to another and I now have a small circle of friends. I do fear what would happen if I was exposed, but much less than before.
Thanks for reading to the bottom.
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