The Autistic Blogger

    School is a very important aspect of my life in various ways. I met my best friends that I hang out with in the 9th grade. I'm excelling in every academic class I'm currently taking, not to mention I'm in the top of my class year. I've also been involved in various clubs, community service events, and other school activities that benefit me and the community since 6th grade. Of course, none of this wouldn't have happened without mainstreaming out of special education in 1st grade, 2nd grade being my first year in regular education. Since I didn't have any academic regressions (when the doctors found out about my disability and they tested me, they told me mom it wouldn't be surprising if I had to repeat a grade or two, or maybe even three, of course that was proven to be wrong by a long shot), I benefited greatly from regular education, since in special education (at least in my district), they would focus with both academics and other difficulties that

    "Having anxiety is no laughing matter" is what I say to people. This is one of my symptoms that I'm not actually ashamed of revealing to others, just because it's not as bad as telling others that I have autism or ADHD or a depression disorder. The panic attacks that I get sometimes (probably once a month or so, depends entirely on many factors, not on me (I'll explain later) are terrible, especially when their are people observing me breaking down. Feeling nervous about things I shouldn't be nervous about is also something I have to go through everyday, and these symptoms don't necessarily hinder my ability to continue my life, but rather it challenges that ability, as I have to make sure that certain things don't get me anxious or certain people push me through that limit (also more on that later). I'm going as far as saying that having anxiety is way worst than having autism (in my case) because I definitely rather go through thunderstorms (