Autism

story by: Lucy Alice Hall
Written on Mar 26, 2017

It was the end of 2003 I was aged thirteen (nearly fourteen). The psychiatrist has just said; "You are on the Autistic Spectrum Disorder on the milder end" I didn't know how to feel maybe I was scared, confused or even relieved, after many years of struggling and feeling like an outsider. I was asked so many questions I found it so overwhelming, I wasn't used to being asked so many questions in a short space of time. 
I was in mainstream school in Birmingham but I found school work and the social aspect very difficult to understand, I had not one friend all my friends that I had did not want to be around somebody who was bullied, I got called every name possible I felt so unhappy at school. I was told at a later appointment with the psychiatrist I should think about attending a special college specifically for students with an autism spectrum disorder or learning disabilities, which I eventually attended when I was 16, three years after my diagnosis, I just struggled on at school until then and had to see so many professionals such as; psychiatrists, psychologists, occupational therapy and speech and language therapists, but it was hard to get support as I was so close to the end of children services.
Autism affects me with; many noises frustrate me, touch, sensations I get a feeling I call 'not real' which is a detachment from the real world which is sometimes called 'depersonalisation',routines, obsessions, lack of eye contact, remembering dates and peoples names also I have additional mild learning disability and dyspraxia also mental health issues. I have got better over the years at hiding my problems especially my Autism. 

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 30, 2020 at 9:02am
You are such a good writer, and user of words...as your poetry shows...look the world in the eye, and achieve whatever YOU want to do....👍🏻✌🏻....

 

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