The Autistic Blogger

    Secret, if there was a way to describe my whole life up to know, it would be a secret life. Having to hide my true identity from basically the whole world, being someone who I'm really not, making sure that every second of my life I try to achieve that goal of fitting in with the rest of the normal community, and I am achieving it so far. Having the ability of achieving high GPA's, high IQ's, high social skills, high creativity skills, even high skills that seem rather useless such as high sneaky skills (it could be rather useful sometimes). Although my friends don't know the truth, random strangers who see me taking a peaceful stroll every day don't know the truth, I know the truth and that's enough to keep me up my feet and making sure that every last piece of the truth stays locked behind bars. Ever since the second grade when I found out the truth, I have never been quite comfortable with even just a random stranger asking "is anything wrong with hi

    Yep, it's all over the news on the San Bernardino school shooting. I couldn't believe that someone could be so heartless when I heard the news. I found myself upset because I just found this unbelievable that a husband will kill her own wife in a classroom. I felt like staff around the school had to step up their game with protecting the students. I also later realized that one of the students who were shot died at the hospital. I felt even worst afterwards because he could've done so much in this life and his life was taken away like that! My thoughts, my opinions, my feelings all changed quickly when I realized that that class was a special ed classroom.     A class in which I would've land in if my autistic scale was higher. I felt bad in a completely different way now because I realized that those kids are like me in a way. I couldn't believe this because it was kids that are like me. Their going to remember this moment for the rest of their lives, and I c