I’ve been Autistic my entire life. When I was a kid, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me compared to the other kids around me. I was lucky enough to be the quiet girl that people liked protecting. In my first year of High School, I was friends with one of the popular senior girls. Sometimes she’d share snacks with me and walk with me to school. There were some other girls making fun of me for being “weird” and a couple of her friends ended up jumping them for my sake. I never saw those bullies again.
Growing up in a big city with Autism is not the easiest thing, but I have learned a lot in my years of trying to fit in. I never really fit. When I was a kid, I was reading fifth grade books at the age of three. I was into writing, and I would spend all my extra pocket change on paper and pens to write. I would fill sheets and sheets with stories that I had scrawled from imagining things in my mind. You begin to create your own worlds when you don’t exactly fit in the one you’re in.
I collected journals when I was a kid. It was one of my Autistic obsessions. It still is. I will spend 50 dollars on a high quality journal if I can spare it. I also love Apple products. Why do I love Apple products so much? They perform the way I want them to. If I want a program gone it is so easy to uninstall it. No extra steps, just erase it and boom it is gone forever until I download it again.
I just want you to sit back and think about your own experiences. What lead you to the conclusion that you’re Autistic? I’d like to hear some of your stories. Leave a comment on this post, or send it in through the contact form!
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